For now.
A small tale I borrowed (but probs shouldn't have) about how we are actually the ones holding ourselves back.
Goodbye, Farewell
Or is it?
What are they good for?
Illuminated on the M Train
(Your identity out of your skull that is.)
(Albeit a dismal case)
Or whatever you wish to call the mystery we exist within.
How we own our blunders
It's not woo woo!