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What is inside of this mind that has held my thoughts throughout all the times that I have been sent back to earth with many rebirths, the love, the hate, the sadness, the happiness? Out of all these feelings, I do not recall what emotion hurt the most.

Who do I pray to when all my idols have a cost? Who do I look to when it is only a revolving version of me? As I dig deeper into this new reality, there are things that I would rather unsee. I'm holding onto the broken promises that I would instead let go.

I have been god and the devil, wearing the mask, putting on and lifting the judgment dress, and screaming f*ck more and care less While giving them what they asked for and selling their souls for less.