i'm back in LA from NY and what same fucking sheet I feel like i'm stock with out or in my past or in my dream world i dont feel alive i'm dead. yes i can steal breath so what , for what i have top leave that house and mayby never come back. I love my son and i comeback only to see him and maybe her , but only maybe. do i love her? maybe maybe not . do i love my self? for what? what am'i doing here? i dont know any more? am'i runing from my self not i know that for sure. but i'm not alive her withall my relative do i love them? maybe . what am' i looking for ? for love for art for freedom.