Everytime I am driving, well in all frankness; speeding
I feel like I’m invincible but as life will have it I know from experience that any day my head could be pulp.
I feel so alive like I’m really really alive.A lover taught me how to drive like Sir Lewis or Max for good measure. I feel so much afire and in that pure ecstasy,
I reminisce and realize that I’m actually not so strong or important.That my life is fleeting.In the blink of an eye I could literally be a distant memory.
Its very fragile and I gotta handle it with care…but whats care really if it means half-assing through life because I’m afraid of what could be, what was.
Addiction is a disease and escapism will never solve your problems, yet here we are! Quite the conundrum. Such a pickle!
But why care , when all of it seems like its meaningless? Why care when it feels like it will never be enough ? This desire, this fire will never run out
So dear human being reading this
My friend said “you need to love fully” to never hold back.You need to always be present, to enjoy the little huge bits.To make yourself smile , to help others smile.To love better than you did yesterday,Everyday.
You need to Be! So dont be afraid and just
Be.
Not sure if it was intended, but I find this immensely relatable as a self sabotaging insomniac myself.