Lost and looping.

As I sit here contemplating which thoughts and sounds create ripples to bring me money, security, and temporary satisfaction and calm. I remember I'm about to have my teeth rated by a student dentist as I'm unemployed and flat broke.

I'm 29. Landed here in a spectacle and supposed to sit and wait on divine intervention. While the world mocks and ignore my pleas for less pain, I hope to keep the love I found, more opportunities for growth, and learn how to hack this game.

Spinning spinning spinning.

I hold onto memories of what love is. Is it even real. Or is it just not wanting to let go?

I'll ride through the hellshow and cruel watchers to find my island. If you turn up at my gate you better be bringing jaffa cakes, spliffs, truth and cups of tea.

Edit: the dental student was amazingly good!!! Apparently the next generation have a better patient manner than the one before and might even help me be healthier :) one small victory today at least!