The pestilence of aspiration brings a sweet pain.

I inhale and breathe in the ocean and the crashing waves continue infinitely, creating a sound so echoing and resonant…

A shift in the seasons brings upon the bizarre and refreshing idea of “change.” I realize that the idea of home is simply an illusion, that home is created to be destroyed and recreated, and all the smells and comforts once familiar will be hazy memories reminisced upon.

To return, to feel the cold sand underneath my feet and to be bombarded by awareness—the awareness of an autumn interval approaching, the understanding that it will pass as many others will and have; forever overwhelming, awareness plagues but also lifts my soul to an all-knowing state.  

I’ve wondered why I write in a blog, the mundane self reflection becomes difficult after the realization of its pointlessness. I embark upon many therapeutic practices…but I begin to wonder if these are helpful at all.

The alteration of my perception of reality is somewhat comforting, but rather concerning. I’ve always found that the use of alcohol blurs reality while marijuana does just the opposite.

So as I sit on Florida’s beaches and contradict myself, consuming cheap beers, smoking marijuana, engulfing myself in commonplace socialization...I knowingly crave to disregard this and that. I am aware of my unawareness, and as enlightening as it may be, it’s rather tiring to lose my ignorance, and I find myself lonely without my once naïve tendencies.