FijiBored

Life is starting to feel more and more like a reality show…that’s been over cast with a gang of extra…ssa people. Mine is still giving The Truman Show: Temu Edition. Because in most situations…I can only believe half of what I hear…and none of what I see. Lately, I’ve been identifying more with Sylvia’s character though. Since I relate to being ex-communicated to an iSLaNd…for telling hoes the truth. Transmuting the trauma, keeps me questioning how to make the most of this isolation. And the only way to do that, is by maintaining balance within the spiritual connection I have with my higher self. Which has my third eye visualizing my hands sliding across hard…times…daily. With the hope that they’ll eventually lead me to the answers I seek.