Day 295

while looking through some old text edit files i found it funny again how bits and pieces written long ago have suddenly and mostly manifested in this life. this note is from january sixteenth, 2007.

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i'm stepping into customized concrete blocks. tomorrow my feet will be heavy and slow. my mind unsettled.
my body will be possessed by schedule, forced with the continuing of the road and pursuit of the idealistic life.
that and following whatever is left of the standards i once knew reguarding interactions and their intentions of people. at the very least, it will be fresh.

school. college again.

i will be learning, i will be being. isn't that good enough?
my heart and soul are lost in turmoil.


i want a mountain. to shout down the valley. to yell up at heaven. to bask in the silence of stars.

i want a mountain. to shout down the valley. to yell up at heaven. to bask in the silence of stars.