You're a walking contradiction on a walk of shame marathon, through a desert quest, lest we forget, crushed by your treasure, only disintegrating will let you upheave, like jesus standing on quick sand, what would jesus do if he were you? the saviour has abandoned ship, please remain calm, re-gain your inner dialogue. this level is never complete, please reattach your pilot seat. auto-erotically asphyxiating from trying to stage dive from an airplane, choked by parachute, but life doesn't reboot.
If i could go back in time, i'd probably go back 3 or 4 times, cause thats how many times it would take to fix this mess ive made.
Spiritual relapse, time and space wont relax, sever connect synaptic gaps, dont become your flashbacks.