Everything I need is within me.

My mind is a universe—boundless and expanding. Every star I need to shine has always burned within me, ancient and ancestral. Drugs and alcohol were thieves in the night, eclipsing my light and drowning my world in illusion. Tides of depression masqueraded as moonlit revelry—mushrooms blooming in my brain, whiskey rivers flowing recklessly to my eroded soul.

And now, I've traveled home from the dark side of the moon. Standing on solid ground, embracing the full spectrum of being alive—the nebula of joy, the black holes of fear, and the vast, beautiful in-between. All that is, all that was, and all that will be. Stretching into my experience on this Earth, no longer disguised by the hazy shadows of escape.

My awareness is an asteroid burning in the sky—sometimes flickering, sometimes blazing, but always illuminating. With its warmth, I welcome every emotion that rolls into my kaleidoscope, from stormy meteor showers to colorful prisms of sunlight. I honor every sacred constellation, every piece of myself—even the ones that once felt too jagged to hold.