MY DRAGON GOT LOOSE AGAIN......

breathing all around me......

I have lost all gravity...pieces of me are floating

Why does this separation, untangling have to be so hard?

Why does it feel like life and death when people all over the world have no food shelther, clothing, they can't even walk to school without their cars exploding or being used as target practice for soul-less militants with convaluted ideologies????

Why do I think that my sense-less feelings are worth anything when people elsewhere are too engulfed theat they lack the luxury to pause and reflect on "feelings" No time for pointless philisophical questions or existential crises.....

Although this is all true----"priviledged people need love too". haha

I am priveledged in so many ways and remind myself daily but I still feel that lacking purpose is a golden cage unlike any other.