I don't want to die when I'm preoccupied by death. I want to die never even thinking about it.

People in boxes only go to 4 corners and back. I want to go around the world and beyond.

My journey is taking me inward. Like uncharted back roads and hillsides, some of my emotions are uncharted too.

All living creatures are hard wired to belong. I find solace in the belonging I seek as their is no place that I need fit an exact mold, and more an exact experience. Everything is ours and no ones. Live.

My bones wrapped in muscular blankets are hugging each other tightly. They are seeking to give kindness to themselves. On the inside is lovingly chatting about it.

To live is an addiction. To die is the same.