Notes on Home

i guess i see myself chasing waste. time and time again failing to deliver on vital objectives. 6 weeks is about my capacity. that which is central, obfuscated. pursuit of glory neglects peace, and the quotidian fortunes. the mind defies the wisdom of the heart. hid behind the master's mask, incapable of submitting to the inherent novice. drown trials in dogma, neglect intention, and brace. at the end of the day, life is a desperate race to get back home.