Save the drama to ya momma

Maybe one day I'll reach that nu state in wich anything is everything and everything is nothing. And nothingness rock. Big time.

Maybe I'll see the Buddha and recognize myself, but I very doubt it, and I'm not willing to hold my breath and wait.

Even though maybe I should.

In the meantime, I'll keep being your run-of-the-mill selfish, insecure, full-of-hopes kinda guy. Supermarket shelter material. Ordinary to the bone. And suffering every minute of it.

And if you just say those words I crave, I can grab it on the fly and call it a day.