Magical Tipsy Toes

It’s been broken into a million of pieces. In my head it made sense. You tell yourself something. You believe it. You breathe it. You tell it to follow your thoughts. Practical. That’s the rule. Repeat thoughts in your head….believe thoughts in your head. And never allow yourself to think otherwise. It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter.

One look.
That’s all it took.

1095 days of things in the mind shot to hell.

In my head it made sense. You tell yourself something. You believe it. You breathe it. You tell it to follow your thoughts. Practical. That’s the rule. Repeat thoughts in your head….believe thoughts in your head. And never allow yourself to think otherwise. It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter.

Same level, baby.
Just different context.

It is a bastard place.

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