reprogram your reality.

stand as you are the world will form
my eyes are changing color and so is i
hey wanna dissolve your defensive narratives and discover you’re already free? —/—
what remains is permission. permission to collapse, permission to rise, permission not to know and move anyway. that’s all there ever was— in the body, in the field, this is not theory, this is the work. how good can you let it get
what are you leaving on the table? happy eclipse