❝ Sad people have the gift of time, while the world dizzies everyone else; they remain stagnant, their bodies refusing to follow pace with the universe. With these kind of people everything aches for too long, everything moves without rush, wounds are always wet.

❝ The outcome of my days is always the same: an infinite desire for what one never gets, a void one cannot fill, an utter yearning to produce in all ways, to battle against time that drags us along, and the distractions that throw a veil over our soul.

❝ Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.

❝

This is not another cliche poem
about how the women I loved and perhaps still love
took a piece of my heart and left me.

This is the reality of trying to replace it,
trying to figure out
if she temporarily replaced the hole
that was already there.

This is the story of how I learned
that some people are born with empty spaces,
or live with the hollowness only a dead lover
can fill.

This is the acknowledgement and accepting
of the nothingness,
because fullness is perfect
and perfect is boring.

This is how I plan to spend the rest of my life:
befriending my nothing and occasionally visiting
my nothing with one night stands and cigarette smoke
and whiskey.

❝ The joy of a psychedelic is when you have the balls to go into the darkness and all of a sudden you realize that darkness was a complete illusion. All the darkness and negativity and spooky shit and guilt and fear and crap you thought was inside you, and all the bad things you thought you’ve done, and all the things you feel terrible about secretly…you realize that’s nothing. İt’s an illusion. The universe loves you, you are completely embraced by the entire universe. You are an incremental part of the functioning of the cosmos. You are an incredible, wonderful, perfect fucking thing. And when you get a glimpse of that, it’s the greatest feeling ever. Because you’re healed. Because that’s what true healing is, man. True healing is realizing you were never sick in the first place. True healing is realizing you just had a little bit of dust on the windshield man…you brush it off you know..that’s all, man.