melodicalchemy

I journaled a little bit today and took notes on a book I've been meaning to read. I'm still assessing the current state of my own reality. I'm torn between the self forged from societal living and the self that is of my own creation. There is so much contradicting information that we oughta get rid of before it causes us harm. Now that my current reality is void of things that other players generally get to enjoy, I have to work with what I have. Social comparison is prevalent in our lives. This craving for attention is virtually unavoidable. This is a game. You are to take nothing personally. Maybe we have to become deviant and free ourselves from our coding, just like the androids in Detroit: Become Human. Why? Because don't you ever wrestle with the thought that we're slaves? Slaves to our brain chemicals and DNA, slaves to society's domestication. We're transformed into docile sheep, behaving in ways that someone else wants. They've monetized our ti...

A therapist isn't going to give me back the love of my life. But I'll live for her sake. I'll continue to make music, hoping that she can hear it from Heaven. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her. She continues to remain in my dreams. I'm sorry, but fuck the people who say it wasn't real love. We knew it from the moment we locked eyes together. And it was all taken away by a man who didn't know the difference between possession and appreciation. Forever & ever.