[Written: 2025-02-02]

A lot of times I feel I have died and gone to heaven, where we can all create the lives that we want. I can express myself, and although it doesn’t make sense to all, it makes sense to me.

I get reminded that I need to live my life, even though in the movie of my life I created in my head, we should be gliding high above the world. But you, the world, seem to be stuck on the last scene that has already been filmed.

Maybe we are both glitching a bit; how do we unstick ourselves now?

We can work it out together if you are willing, because I am.