leaving my body to learn what it's like to ascend

I am in a dream, My body looks like a puzzle, My hands and my arms are bigger, Surreal style

my heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain ibm,

my girlfriend

my heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain i. b. m.,, photo,

my heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain ibm, physiology, anatomy, mechanical

leaving with her

learn english

the light in my bright eyes when you're near the fluttering i feel in my chest when you are here

[Verse] Born into a pack There's no choice but take orders to attack Locked up in chains, I get fed But the hunger still remains Not content to live this way Being led by the blind Got to plan my dispersal Time to leave them all behind [Hook] Breaking out of my pain Nothing ventured, nothing gained I'm my own master now Bear the mark of my scars Shedding blood underneath the stars But I will survive somehow [Bridge] Ooh Ooh [Hook] Hear me howl Time to leave them all behind I'm my own master now

color video footage of my daughter reading a book.

best day in my life

This is a surreal living situation. Staying in this guest bedroom, it feels like my one-room dorm has a back closet which is several times larger than my dorm itself. Hearing their everyday candor is an endless movie piped in through the walls--you can't not hear. morning routines, especially, it amazed me how little dialogue there is. This dirge. Moments not for the books, but for the ether, myself half asleep, wading in what would become the space between their memories.

i wake up to the sounds of the silence that allows for my mind to run around, with my ear up to the ground.

i have peered into the deep abysses of earth and sky, and i have seen the end or with my eyes or with thought. but alas! from a heart i reached the abyss and i bowed for a moment, and my soul and my eyes were troubled : it was so deep and so black!

myst 3 exile

raising my head, i see the moon so bright ; withdrawing my eyes, my nostalgia comes around, artstation,

good morning my love 😘

my insides

and yet what truly escapes us at times like these is the soulful reckoning, when we forget ourselves and think only of the moonlit daemon hidden behind every word; which sneaks out in the middle of breaths

fingertips on the surface of my mind

as i'm dreaming while awake my body never leaves the floor

come into my house

Blow my mind

what am i doing with my life