Being in my body is so overwhelming. I feel like there's a universe inside of me , and i will implode and then explode if I don't figure out a way to channel it. IT almost feels as if my body is too weak to handle my spirit. Is that a thing? 

I can cry from my limitations, senseless emotions, burning desire for a thing that I dont know even exists. The closes thing to reaching such a desire was love. Is that what I chase? Looking for that burning feeling, that thirst that craves to be quenched. I dont think the human body is capable of encapsulating that sort of quenched thirst I am speaking of.

I love m=watching my life, but sometimes I feel like I am just watching it out of the body of another. A disconnect exists. No one knows though, I'm pretty good at faking it. All I have to do is tap into that small piece of passion, that fiery desert, that desolate endless plain. 

I think sbout the time i took shrooms , and I foolishly asked to feel the powers of the Goddess. Boy, the feeling of inifnity, endless galaxy, the stretch of forever.... It was .... overhwelming, is such a tiny word.. yet the only one i can express. I was overwhelmed, crushed, inundated...