Sometimes I don’t feel like doing anything. I just want to exist. The demands of the outside world seem impossible to carry out, as I drift off in a mental sleep, dreaming of another way of life.
When this happens I fray from indulging.
Life is a journey, and we are here to experience, learn and live it to the fullest. Nothing is constant yet its always the same, as it has been and always will be, just in another shape and form. Transmuted.
The Mystical Poet 