I'm a young man - I know myself to be stupid at times. I haven't got much going for me, I never have, and I don't mind. I'm hardly involved with this world; I live in the background, working low-class jobs as I keep to myself in my quiet home. I feel out of place usually - nothing attracts me other than 'her' and magic. Philosophy, astronomy, love, poetry, conscious sex, nature, spirituality, this is where I'm at. My drugs are not your drugs. My highs are unlike yours. I don't drink, I don't party; I'm unorthodox and socially awkward when engaging with the dialect of my peers. I have this unsettling feeling that I won't be here for long, perhaps because I was never meant to be. I've washed up from nowhere. However, I'm content with letting it all go, and in that, I've found peace. I'm unsure how many people can say that. I'm so aware of my insignificance that my anxiety is non-existent. I have nothing to worry about. I will come and go like the breeze of yesterday, which stimulates a sense of appreciation for today.
