Cold times. Inner warmth.

Lagging movements passing through the visions, tracing the path like drunk driver's tail lights at night. Others wasting their time and breath, contemplating "God" "Which God" "No Gods" Etc. Explaining to them all that matters is the self, seems pointless to me. I am the only thing that exists. My desires are all that matter. Cold temperatures armed with cold temperaments are an enemy to prosperity and self preservation.