what in the hell am i doing here…a rollercoaster in my heart and a pinball machine in my head…the rich controlling the narrative of the world…the famous chanting them on…lovers lucky to have one another…a wanderer walking this earth, alone, it feels is, my destiny…wise enough to know the rich are miserable beings…the famous lost…lovers feeling alone, isolated…want to scream but a release would not be the gift…counting blessings…literally…grateful im aware of that necessary act that carries one from dark moment to the other…i do not like this pain in my heart…palpable…heavy as if buried by the weight of the sea…this day, it is harsh…wise enough to know it will pass…human enough to feel it’s pain scraping like nails across a chalkboard on my heart, my mind…grateful i know how to count….