Hello from the future

It’s two hundred thousand years later And I think about you Where you roamed, what you saw, what you felt How you lived. I look at my hands, and notice that they’re so pristine. Yours must have been bruised, and maybe the lines that run across your palms were darker. Hello from the future. We’re

Choosing to be present

I went through a state of extreme confusion, frustration, and subtle fear. What is it that I want? What should I seek? How should I be? These series of confusing pieces just kept piling up with more and more questions, and less and less answers. I felt trapped and it felt horrible, Until I decided