Amer.

I sound like a shitty mother and wife. Or at the very least an inadequate wife and ungrateful mother–which is in stark contrast to the image I try to portray on Instagram. Hashtag happy life. Hashtag beautiful family. Hashtag blessed.

It is evident that both of these theories regard mind as being a distinct entity of a superphenomenal if not supernatural sort.

Now we've found a rock-steady beat / Now all we need is a melody / And words that mean something and nothing