Listening to: Love Myself by RONDÉ
Last night, I had quite a not nice dream in which I was walking across a bridge when the three people in front of me suddenly jumped over the side and splattered on the ground below.
I was horrified and really didn't want to look, but they were people in pain and they deserved to be seen. This is the harshness of reality and it's my duty to bear witness, even though it's difficult.
So, I looked over the edge and saw some brains being quickly swept up by street cleaners.
I felt relieved that they died immediately and didn't "suffer", but mostly I was in awe of how quickly it all went and disappeared. How quickly someone can be here and then not and then forgotten.
Then, I sat and cried.
It was pretty intense.
