28.05.07 - 2:05 a.m. - in memory.
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| in the past i did this alot. now it just seems silly to write journals. what's so important? but i want these words here for some reason... a nagging internal kick to bring out the less critical me.. i feel trapped for so many months during the spring every year because of six days a week work life and full-time school. i don't even exist during this time and when it is over i remember i was trying to learn these creative things that got put on hold. i always forget. i forgot how to play guitar, i forgot how to draw, i forgot about bicycling. i completely drop my life... and now it always come back this particular weekend. if i can keep myself away from my gardens a bit less i'll be okay. its easier to write during strife. i have no strife. what i do have is a collection of sensations that no longer exist. i don't know why i lost all the feelings i used to have.. they're only around now in small fleeting bursts that startle and disappate quickly. its a fast backflash. it doesn't last. everything is fine. its too fine i'm urged to brag... so many things are nice now. just an update. |