The independence of my independence depends on my patience?
but whats the formula? im about to quit it and lurk the night like dracula and say, who wit it? intuition at the wheel. turn left or tight? whats the deal? questioning my own existence. admiring the beauty from a distance. a distant place dream world persistent when quitting isn’t quitting but a step to move forward. i been talking too much for too long. expectation high but my motivation is too low. forgot that this shit is all mental and devils talking straight droppin off memos. shit. fuck.
