the Universe lays seeds in my womb. where both past and present COLLID into  straight a line some may call my future. sometimes the things that hurt us the most are the hardest to over come. so we resort to pain, hurt, struggles, drugs, and repentance to rewind the past, as in a living today. what is change anyways? how do we leak what we speak to come true in you. i’m sorry for my failures. it hard to even explain to myself. what is real?Devil, what’s the deal?