filter.

"you have no filter, i think that will be why'd [you'd fall off]" - heart.

in a world of projected biases, fake love, and stolen identities it's rare to find people who will speak their mind and face the repercussions later. In that same search 1% of people find the confidence to say what they mean despite how it will make others view them, but in a world of truths... you shouldn't have to cater to the populous at hand. Not to use his name in vain, but if Jesus catered to the audience he would've never saved the fisherman in the valley... nonetheless if i were to cater to people would i still be myself? 

in this same hole, i often dig too deep. I let the voices get in my head, thinking if they're right in a sense. maybe im not me, maybe im just a vessel of ego now, maybe im just [redacted]. i try my best to remain myself but when my best is all i have to give what do i do when i run out? that phrase haunts me, its the reason i feel caged. 

what if im just materialized ego, that formed in the same cave as coal. coal and dirt lie in the same place but only one is glorified into diamond, while the other is thrown away hoping it gets it shine. 

this is all over the place but it hope it makes sense one day. peace.