A series:

‘nothing matters’

yao what matters? nothing. If nothing matters, then what? I like cute. I like cool. My “goals” feel so far away it’s like what’s the point? Aint it cute and cool in the astrals? like.. I’m missing Connection. WHERE’S MY BREAKTHROUGH?!

time is so nonexistent. it’s all just presence. and we live infinitely? so why does earth matter at all? I think I’m free? I still care ab stuff like recyclables. I still love fashion. I still want new shoes. like who cares though right? it doesn’t matter. like I stopped caring about cheering other people up. who’s out here cheering me up bro??????? serious q.

I used to think it was valid to be a bright light in the world. and that gave me purpose I suppose. once I stopped caring about being that- that it’s a purpose of mine-, idk how much I stopped but like- not caring ab being that, I just started to wonder… what’s the Light for me? who are my lights?

I’m so used to not relying on other people. I guess, thinking out loud, **Expect the Light**

I guess all hope is not lost.

check this out

I think I’m just in my Era of Strange.

It’s the beginning so I guess I had to start at a clean slate.

AKA give no fucks

Only receive fucks

and give strange

HAHHAHA okay wait this is gonna be good

I’ve never discovered Strange before

not that I can remember from past lives or anything

that’s a reason to be around right

like how strange CAN I BE w/o getting locked up (again) lol

is it strange to be honest online

Truth

will I not get jobs

that’s what my mom says

so classic

what’s a strange response

do the opposite I guess

I think Strange works

and I’m ready

if you actually read this

it was total experimentation and different to how I’m used to writing S T R A N G E

okay let’s start-

P U R P O S E

does that exist?

anywho-

TRUTH

I’m gonna do Truth because that’s strange

here’s the inside of my head.

stream of consciousness is my vibe anyway

to stick to status quo here’s a poem:

silly duck duck

goes

period q

asks all the wrongs like say it

I go for the yellow light

it gives me edge

yield

to what

spack

monkey foot

is just a hand

with toes

we call energy matter

and say it does too

q period

reason

riddle me

do you go for what you want?

how does it feel to be free of perception?

period.

is curiosity enough?

stringing words together like cats cradle

is it enough

what is

is

nowhere

yet

every

cuff me

bc I need someone

to hold me down

or I will float

beyond stars

in space

where life exists

in all dimensions

experimental living

strange

to say

it

here:

call me manic

idc

just call

bc I’m bored

ob

xx

kstar