It sounds ridiculous but only I feel productive when I'm doing nothing. Sitting back, just relaxing. Popping blue beans, burning bowls of green. And just thinking. Daydreaming about how things could have been. How things could still be. But how things will probably be. Just close your eyes and let music be your guide.
Entire lives constructed and played out in grand fashion. A world so detailed I would rather get lost, And never come back to this travesty of a society, so raw and primal. so human. My world is so beautiful and yet so depressing because it's what ours could be, but never will become. Anything to distract me from this. The 24 year old burnout grinding through school because there aren't many options left. So where will I'll be in 5 years? I wont.