#Log: Dear Presence

Never ever write anything to anyone. Write it for you. Spell out yourself. The truth, not the explanation.

I am disappointed, and I am frustrated. I am not brokenhearted. I am saved by my own inability to feel reality.

The same cycle, the same method, the same lesson, but this time I was incapable of falling in love, no matter how hard I forced myself. Cause I would forget. I’m in oblivion. I am not in any reality.

I can’t concentrate on anything said or done. I can’t relate it later. I am unavailable.

I am frustrated. For the first time I got to talk to you #presence, disconnected from reality and the person you are channelling through. I told you how angry and alone I feel and that I deserve a clearer instruction by now. I told you what I though was going on, what this life as a matrix is to me, and how I only want to exit the game. No answer. Just a pre-recorded message that comes through from time to time through different souls.

I wrote a song. I felt it. As much as I could, I did. Did you hear me.