I woke with a terrifying fear that my most epic dream wasn’t real.. and that I can no longer engage it for the juice in the inspiration and the hits of bliss that I was getting from it.
But was it holistically good or was I milking it like an addiction? Benthino once again rocks my world telling me to throw my most epic sore romance in the trash. What the fuck now?
I thought I wanted those hits of bliss I get when I indulge the fantasy and celebrate the unfolding reality? But do you notice when it goes sour? And it distracts your trajectory now?
Could it be the peaceful empty that I seek?