They don’t think it’s an okay Life Dream as you type instead of sweat, or think instead of shame. When they breathe down your neck they want you to suffer as they did, when helpless was reality and emotion meant nothing to the giver.
I call bullshit on “I won’t let my kids go thru the things I did,” when your thought process means nothing to me. You’ve already killed the softness within, as I nod my head in distracting the Real.
It’s insanity I tell you, mixed with vanity and pain. Where dawning a new day is like calling upon the drones.
But we’re human, we are here to AWAKEN and EXIST within both mind and reality. I tell you those false beatings were nothing about you, let it go.