· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

for so long i let a mix of heartbreak and weed take over my life. melancholy's been my excuse for stagnation. weed made me apathetic when im someone who rules entirely by the heart. for so long i thought that a weakness. im now learning why its a super power. im done smoking, and i have no interest in something as minute as love. i have a hunger and clarity i haven't had in a long, long time. i want to make something of myself. finally, i care to be here. i want to see what i can of the world, meet its people, and love them. learn from them. i want to do that which makes me feel alive. like a person. like i have purpose. i will not disappear into the plains and wheat. i have been given tools. gifts. i am blessed. and i have to give meaning to my limited time here. i must.