Im not a teacher. Im a sinner man tryna get it right.

Eye was beat up yesterday, choked again for the i dont know time.
i cant even cry anymore. but i remember when love was pure, and had no pain.
Now it seems as though its a game for people.
I seeee. but then i choose to blindly follow the air in my windy soul to lead to an even higher realm of consciousness where peace resides.
More blessings i may miss but if for once i can have peace in my soul, it will be worth it.

Eye have never really loved someone.
And for once, eye and i did.
The complete person loved another temple, another being. loved and loves.
(As honestly as it knows how)
and everytime we encounter an attack with the spirit realm or physical attacks, we wonder where the hell is this person.
So much for people.

I left the Facility with bloddy knuckles and a big ass knot on my forhead.
She called the victimizer to relay a subliminaL MESSAGE OF FORGIVENESS and peace.
Then the PTSD kicks in and he was on top of my and wouldnt let me go. All for what?
Because the remote control was taken for his hand.
And no one was there to help.'
Just my poor temple so weak and frail from never ending cycles of fasting and binging....
endless saddness permeating from a tattern and torn soul tortured by the elements of her environment.

My homie just had surgery a couple days before and while so-called family tries to pacify the situation with false comfort, the homie is on her way off the ASAP TIP.

life, mines, it sucks.
So much for a God.