"Now my life is sweet like cinnamon. Like a fucking dream I'm living in" is a quote from Lana Del Rey's song, Radio. If you aren't saying this to yourself or in Lana's case, singing it, then what are you doing? Why? For what reason(s)? What is stopping you from having a life that is like a dream, that tastes like cinnamon or honey or stevia, whatever you use in your yerba mate tea? I just turned 40 and guess what I am not anywhere that I thought I would be at this age. I thou

Today is a day, Day 1 of yesterday, Day 2 of tomorrow. Nothing is stopping me...except me. Where? What? How? and I want it all now. Pay my dues. Live my life. So much, so little, all in one night. How can I believe? Without you? Do I even want you in my life? Maybe, for a moment... just a moment in time. A moment, that's all, to set me free, to breathe, to not think, to allow control to take over. I'm over this situation of penetrating thoughts in an abysmal labyrinth that ha