Held the gun as a child, knowing my path. Despising my path, the path of others. Never wanting that future, yet a mess would stop me. Nothing more. No fear of that beyond or of pain.
Wednesday
Thursday
Mobility of youth
Carry a board to escape. Police, prison, and and myself. A desire to express, that which other don't. A pleasant fall.
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
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