A chord struck, a jolt of realization fucked me up in the strangest place today: that I
have never given my all
in anything in life at all.
Everything I have on me, right now, were cautious, calculated, reckless, luck or lazy.
All in the wrong order and position.
But what's mine is mine.
I believe in that.
No matter what road everything takes, if it's here with me, it's mine.
Failure and shiny things alike.
Also, love is an open door, for everyone, to walk in and out
whenever you please.
I've found my most desolate peace in acknowledging just the beauty of that.
