my name is tempe.
im a soul, whos always right obove the body. i see the events pass me by, and i sense the time going so, so fast. each day going by, im stuck in the tired vessel, the body which is hurting, feels unwound, too loose. im too deep in my head to live the life, so i just watch. each stimuli, i feel muffed and from some undefined distance. i go where fate takes me. i dont fight it, and i dont decide.