Someone died today. But I guess that's every day. Why does death taste so familiar and sound so safe? I must of died a thousand past lifetimes. What is the purpose of life? Not your career choice, but human purpose. Is it to find light? Have we found it? Or are we here by chance? And if we are here by chance, why not? Why not put art on my body. Why not fall in love. Why not feel full potential. Why not do what you love while you can.
Self love note: I am going to die. Why not..