Where does the sidewalk end?

Where does the sidewalk end?

I can do it.

Outside the boundaries of context. Truth needs to be without context. Truth cannot defy itself.

Working to build my natural voice into things. White rabbits of yellow green & silk.

All the work I have to do. To get something done. And whatever is done? Is anything ever truly over?

To those who endlessly Suffer.

Of everything you think you know of yourself to be true. What is the ONE thing? That DEFINES you? Bullshit. Impossible. There IS no ONE thing. There is no one ANYTHING...

What are you? Who are you? Who do you want to be? What do you want to do?. That’s it