Your own mind, cooking clean, being bold and telling me to tell you things that doesn’t sound like anything at all. In the little hotel room looking straight up in your own image, expecting that someone or something will come along the way hold your hand and put your sorrows in one big black bag with no end-end. End of your journey is the beginning of something great and gracious that you dare call “supreme”.

It becomes a problem when you lie to yourself.

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