Yall ready for the next week!?

When it punches you right in the gut.

Feeling at home with my otherworldly friends.

I always ask myself this exact same question.

Everyday is a struggle to make it tomorrow.

Disconnecting from my daily contentions.

Always playing catch up with the times.

The days just keep flying by.

The scars, they speak for themselves.

Attempting to fathom the infinite.

Invert the void to create universes.

Welcome to Friday, the last weekday of the week.

Rushing through the routine like it were yesterday.

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense.

Trying to keep things in perspective.

Opening my eyes to a brand new day.

Sort of just wandering my way through the days.

Reducing friction where ever its not needed.

We'll get there someday! Somehow someway!

Ah yes, the morning routine.

The length of time is muscle memory.