Myself

The collective is here to justify the individual, I don’t bother to resist,

too swept up in my own world, it’s something beautiful and something

free. When self-validation creeps in, all ego is lost, a wanting attention

is more and it’s a waste of time. Snatching hearts and marking marks.

Right now I have my mind made up. The wisdom belongs to me. To each

breathe in each new moment, I part from my own past, while it teaches

me, I drop into the present and I angst never over the future. My own

life undeniable, because I have to live it, when it comes to others, I’m

free. Secret is charming and I am to myself.

Chapter 1