objects in time.

it's funny how we find ourselves with objects, many little objects that collect in our life. when you want to put your stuff in boxes you realize how you have these random tiny things like post-its, pens, tape, charms, sea shells, whatever else. they're these things that decorate your needs, and make you realize how living simply isn't a common thing. so i'm sorting through all this stuff, i feel like i barely have many things, yet all these things add up and create more space. it's such a wierd phenomenon.
it hasn't phased me yet that my life is about to drastically change.
my heads been filled with astrological concepts of myself, karmic conversations, and melting self illusions. i believe this journey is taking me to myself. all the way to the beginning of time.