a
journal entry.
empty
bleached-white
box,
blinking black cursor.
one zero
on
notepad.
my word.
thought on paper,
paint on canvas.
text
with
color.
o-m-g,
epiphany!
freedom
is
a full-size keyboard-
hand-held portables,
thumbs-up,
have fun.
101.


TornI feel colder in the warmth. I seem put-together, but I'm torn by temperature.Torn
Don't get me wrong - I love this weather, but cloud cover is killing me.
I want to see the stars and constellations; surround myself in visual-haptic information and be one with the world that created me.


nicheisn't it innocent how we find our niche, and we just fit in? isn't it perfect, the places we find and the time we spend?niche
isn't it careless? neither of us were prepared for this. are you nervous? I've told you, "I'm fearless,"
but I'm afraid if that was then.


restlessnessrestlessness is late night - early morning uncaffeinated helplessness.restlessness
can you feel my blood flow through me by the way the air pulsates?
can you hear the train about to wreck?
restlessness is wondering who you are,
but
who am I
to
hold on to the thought of you?


wanna go for a ride?yellow sunshine shines high above blue skies and silver-lined white clouds which float by on my hopes and dreams.wanna go for a ride?
realize, your sky-blue eyes lift me higher than I can color or define.
yet, is the grass greener on the other side?
throw out your cares and f l y.
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I got ya dogs on a collar, balla so how you like that?
Chokechain for their necks and I don't think they bite back
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