Why am i so happy so content with being. What am I missing what am I not seeing. I’m not used to this feeling and it’s rather addictive, makes me start to appreciate each moment I live. It’s unusual to me, an unknown territory, clearly must be my selected destiny. 

It’s deceiving what my mind makes me believe in. Its harsh all of what my eyes have seen. All the places I’ve already been. Constantly pondering what does it all mean.

Energy allocated purely by natural expectation, unfinished business preventing any real satisfaction. A battle established through a weak mentality. A game that’s part of my every day reality. Trapping me in an inevitable tragedy, a need to develop a tactical strategy.