So I'm a dreamer, an artist, a philosopher, but most importantly a human being. Every day I wake up, light a smoke, and prepare for the day ahead of me. I work on myself through meditation and art, and destroy myself with drugs and video games. I fall in and out of a state of mindfulness. I've left all the vices I could behind and sailed into the dreams of many. Now I sit here, worrying for the future of our collective souls as I type this out. I fear nothing anymore. I feel nothing but compassion for us. I've been told I'm demonically possessed, but I don't believe that for half a second. I hate having to wait for the future, as I'm stuck in the present and contemplating the past.