Empty Thoughts To Fill Empty Space.

I know I'm not the same person, I'm stronger now. In my madness. I understand it now from back here, in my own comfort. It's lonely out there, we group together for the sorrow breaks our hearts. We lie out of fear. The stupid are so arrogant they surround us all with jealously. The fucking great destroyer if you ask me. I feel better now, with the magic available at my fingertips. To consciously create my reality. Knowing Spider has always been there and is really the one responsible for my life now. He lead me to this. Freedom of expression. Freedom of regression. To a time where it was all divine. Like now. In the still of the morning, where it is all possible. Where it is just now being created. The preverbal mountain top that I jump off everyday. This magic works. This writing down, or painting of things. This creation of new sounds that explain it all ever so clearly. To them maybe, but it's really all for me. A record of the event of this life. The results of these social experiments I'm semi-invested in. What is the purpose of all of this wondering and figuring? If life is really the great equation, should we all be in pursuit of the answer? Or is that more of the madness? Are we to see the equation as a beautiful unsolvable spectacle? Should we be inspired to write our own? So many questions. And the answer is always the same. Go out there, leave this city. Explore the vastness. Never believe any of it to be real. It's all just empty space coming into creation. A little confusing, new but absolutely perfect. And that's how I see it. I'm close but yet so far away. From the others, from truly seeing it all as it really is. The Earth, this life. To me it's all exploration and fascination. Joy and dreaming. But for some, it is all emotion. That is the nature of existence. Emotion. Most are only fueled by it. The ones like us, fueled with imagination, we are the seekers of wisdom and the true leaders of this Brave New World. Here to offer love, but most importantly and this is the part I always forget. We are here for personal joy and a great life of fulfillment. No matter what. So here's to never having to figure them out. Here's to Black Magic songs and powers. Here's to Sigils and comic books. Here's to my dreams becoming art and that art becoming my reality. But most important of all. Here's to remembering why I came here in the first place. To enjoy this great adventure. And to document as much of it as I can. For I am a bleeding journalist. And these are my confessions. Live From Spaceship Earth. I am Josalisa and this is part of my RiOt.