present in what’s inside of you. Trying to understand the pain that life has givin you. Shit can be so hard. Shit can be so hard. Its like pain and hurt is suppose to break you to than build you but what if you cant be rebuilt & all your left is the hurt & pain?
Would you honestly be able to go on. & as you keep going on life just keep fucking you over. So you go on life with just this empty vessel. This empty tool. This mask that shows a small crease of a fucking smile. But your out of touch. Out of touch with your reality. The trees, the clouds, the birds, the the the