11/01/26

it’s always a little hollow and u have to do that thing with your mind, telling yourself what to think and feel. and u just have to hope it waves itself away and then it’s the afternoon and then it’s the evening. the scratch is now a bruise.

when i meditate my aim is to conjure and hold a misty purple circle in front of my face, my forehead, representing my third eye.

tomorrow is a day for non-grasping.