Three values that people seem to struggle with. Three that I have no problems with. Others in my life however seem to have difficulty with them. I understand that, I do...as I've come to terms with what I am, and how different I am from people.
I flew last night. It was wonderful tickling the clouds with my fingertips. I was scared when it became complete darkness, but I reassured myself that if I kept flying straight, I'd run into the sun. Everything seems much smaller and simplistic from up here, and I'm unsure of how things became so big when I was on the ground. I did find however, the more I "pushed" my body to go faster, the harder it was for me to focus, and I became reckless with my balance. I'll have to work on that.
My dreams are the gateway to clarity. Don't be fooled, I'm quite happy with the clearness of my windshield now. I know what's on the other side of the glass, and I am eager to touch the cool air on the otherside. Can you feel the stale air that is in here with me? Or is it me dreaming....I wonder. Wonder. Dreams...feels foolish to speak of these things publicly. I'll have to work on that.
Yellow pads admuse me. Red ink writings on yellow pads admuse me more. They lied to us. The content isn't more important than the pen and tablet. See for yourself. It works. It really does. Hopefully, one day when the ink runs out, they'll be another tip for me to continue the story. I guess I'll have to work on that.
I leave this now. I have to work. Work is frivalous. Embrace insanity to deny stupid claims.
I'll have to work on that.
I've moved!
13 years ago