Sat, 03 Jan 2026 02:46:27 +0000

I have tried my best to journal and expose the nature of existence. For various reasons; ego, logos, love and pleasure.
Yet I keep on returning to a sense of incompleteness
Except when I take in that there is a deep magic which brings life into being, and this magic is best described of as love. Painting on the dark womb of possibility.