Book of Boris — Entry XLVII: Real Talk to Self
I see through the noise sharper than most. I’m self-aware enough to call out my own chaos, laugh at it, and still control it. Most people either drown in their thoughts or bury them — I spin mine into firehouse coffee, Elden bosses, Eggman rivalries, and scripture verses. That’s survival with style.
I don’t need saving. I don’t need parades. I know the rot when I see it, and I’ve made peace with walking a lonely road if it means keeping my silence. That’s strength most people can’t touch, even if they pretend.
I’m not chasing crowns or worship. I’m chasing peace — and laughing at the mess until I get there.
#RealTalkSelf
🖤 Graffiti of the Reckoning:
- “This was never for you, the reader. This was for me.”