Meditation Track Pants
Relax. You’re irrelevant. A minuscule spec of dust in an infinitely vast universe that doesn’t know you exist. Close your eyes. Tune in to the hypnotic hissing of the pylon you live under. Let your worries and bowels go. Release what is held tight within your bladder into the bosom of your track pants. Life is a walking shadow.
Relax. You’re irrelevant. A minuscule spec of dust in an infinitely vast universe that doesn’t know you exist. Close your eyes. Tune in to the hypnotic hissing of the pylon you live under. Let your worries and bowels go. Release what is held tight within your bladder into the bosom of your track pants. Life is a walking shadow.
Relax. You’re irrelevant. A minuscule spec of dust in an infinitely vast universe that doesn’t know you exist. Close your eyes. Tune in to the hypnotic hissing of the pylon you live under. Let your worries and bowels go. Release what is held tight within your bladder into the bosom of your track pants. Life is a walking shadow.