I was unconvinced of love.

Her head collided into my chest, asleep. But I was awake, unconvinced of love.

On some days I am willing to be formless voice--fall into some ego-death-trap. Sometimes it feels like I've myself so strong I'm weak.

That hardly makes any sense.

But it bothers me.

But its fucking alright! Cause life is grand and fervent and forever!