orbit 

We are all writing a story together. We are orbiting around a lovely planet and we are so ready to go there and it is gorgeous and lush and fresh but we are in quarantine because of the contagion of greed, which is like gravity acting on a parallel plane to the empathy spectrum. I am the ship and the people and the planet.

Fighting with them is how it spreads.

NEW HYPOTHESIS:

Doctor prescribed bad drugs and I spent 3 subjective years in hell because of it. My family could have been hurt and it's amazing that I came back. After 3 weeks of withdrawal is done I am going to fuck the mental health industry up big time. All my peeps: get behind me. We have the evidence for what psych patients experience if they are prescribed the wrong thing. I brought it back from hell. It will not have been in vain.