Journal.8.Control

I swear this has nothing to do with Kendrick’s verse.

As long as I can remember, I’ve had this conflict within me. Thoughts have flown through my mind, most of which I’ve had no control over.

The brain is a fascinating subject. It is the reason why we are who are; how we express ourselves, how we process information, how we remember, how we think. Keep in mind, the brain actually named itself ‘the brain’. Mind fuck? Yeah. My brain just masturbated.

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Journal.7.Losing

What are we holding on to, if we know we’re bound to lose?

Why do, if you know you won’t have?
…anymore.

We’re born into this world with the promise of death. We’re born, completely oblivious, to the idea that everything you once called your own will one day be gone. That blind hope for tomorrow.

That’s a harsh fucking reality.