2:29 psychosis

Waking up to the eternal nosiness and purposelessness. There is no forward and no backwards from the middle of a cloudbank.

Just when I began to sink into the dark wood, my cat walked on to my chest and breathed with me.

For those moments I became safe and sound. Almost pure. But my cat knows depression is always there. She knows my yin and yang. She knows I am not complete. She stays as long as she can and then moves away from my disturbance field.  

There is no me.  There is no life or death. There is no make or female. There is just the anxiety of incingruence and inauthenticity. 

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