Carry a board to escape. Police, prison, and and myself. A desire to express, that which other don't. A pleasant fall.
Thursday
Modern living
To access my reality is more difficult than it seems, a dream scape. The map difficult to navigate, vision unreliable, sounds muffled and tastes bland.
Ever prevalent a reality not chosen. Differents clamps down the words lack meaning. Tempted a miss of a shot without aim.
I am so sick
I dreamt that I had been caught. I have liberated and unsure, yet uplifted. I dreamt my life was over I had no more to give. The best I've ever felt watching that I built fall.
Friday
Thursday
Friday
Sevenily up
Ask about the movement, angst is a word. As a fit of phone book again. Hurting a human house.
Tuesday
Sunday
changes again
ritual, slice of life. the Sunday before to expand beyond. working towards the unknown begins to question why. it it worth the purpose, watching the acts of other both above and beyond thyself.
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