Hawa aane do.

I packed my bags, tossed them out the door. They’re yours now. Take ‘em and fuck off. (Don’t expect things to rhyme every time)

Your thoughts.

You are what you think you are, you’re not what you think you are and what you don’t think you are is also you. You are everywhere, there’s nowhere without you because wherever you go, you take yourself with you. Are you free? No. Are you bound? No. You’re freely bound and restrictively free. The…