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For quite some time, it’s not the world’s best kept secret, I’ve had a bit^* of trouble getting to sleep. The moment where I actually manage to get a few minutes some dick head always seems to wake me up. It’s never the right time. Despite getting up and going for a shit, one is still needed. There’s enough to go around! As one last hail mary, I took to the internet to see if I could off-load something by doing it the therapist’s way “write it down” – et voila! Here it is

If this doesn’t work, the only conclusion remaining is to give up and accept that I’ve got a problem. I’m now going to do a breathing exercise and practise my mindfulness (in that order)

** faint sound of grinder in the distance **

Just watching one detail in painfully detailed slow motion, the smoke seems to come from out of nowhere and coalesce in my lungs while: in the background, all other details going on in fast forward as one might imagine the time lapsed video of a normal day. Sometimes pretty things moving quickly can be just an after image of a once anticipated, now elapsing, future

There’s a full universe of things like that you miss just for being from one country, or not being from another. A wealth of knowledge that in your life time will never see the light of day, in the clutches of faceless names, games, and aims. What is armed with the wisdom from their secrets? Obtained by doing the most relentless and cruel things to people, and I’m not just talking about war zones

In the moment I impart this unto you, a memory: an equally as sovereign wealth of power and wisdom lives within you, and is the medium onto which you were created

Still can’t change the things you want to though

Savour the moment