just 𝓫.

the suns soon glimmer... he brings optimism, hope, and so on. grass, grounds. wind, gives life. flowers are nice on the eyes.

the spiritual must 𝓫. in its place

for everything to be intentional

for everything to be art—

to 𝓫. art~full.

thus speaks a trü artíst.

god is the inspiration and oil.

am i 3000?

idk idk idk what what,

just do this,

life has to offer the infinite. my dreams are the hardest part of my days-- full, of challenges. my eyes see hope with the great work i'll be doing. much rest is defaulted.

birds squawk out the bathroom window like it's a jungle. all i'm doing is healing-measures. who has rly been with me? paranoia stems from guilt? the sunlight makes the air white and light, ylw. lyfe offers the infinite. *** ** ami safe? my soul operates from past lives of attacks and jarrings. oo.

who makes musik like that of 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔱 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫? who out there out out> ?

who rites like he/ Us?

he said wear green ~ i looked outside this am~ i look now. there she iz.

i keep cleaning and santizing~ organizing, reorganizing

he said no rly social'izin' - ~ so i isolate. find my god/s. it's okk. brings clairity.

who's proud of me, mememe?

there's so much available to me, rn, i'm just not biting~ going deep with this. rn. z

[ i bite my gum , black tea from , i get hung-ry |||} having no fun, having no fun, write / rite some \ where

could

i go? but dont cuz

cuz i cant

wont

just do this.

𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖐.

galactic

øddity

deities

is this the end of it all?

that's all i'm doing;

all else is nothing n o thing but a deterant and enemy\

of my namesake.

of my 𝓡3𝓐𝓛\ work.

of the whole point of being incarnated.

bye.