quarantine has opened my third eye and completely leeched me of the sanity i had left
anyway here's some more philosophical thoughts i had last night.

time is like a massive ocean; there are beautiful bright parts of it filled with things we know; other parts are stormy, dark, swirling, and hard to understand; others still are deep underneath the chasm of our understanding and filled with nightmares we only see in our dreams. but the vast majority is just cobalt blue and empty. your story didn't begin there nor will it end there; it's just the middle part. and just because things feel empty or barren or stagnant now doesn't mean it will always be this way- after all, warm waves will always guide you to a place you know.