who doesn't spend random days thinking about the meaning of space and time? Perhaps the rain helps bring about a reflectivce mood. who knows? perhaps it's life and death that makes this sureal life, surrounded by colored walls and sanitized counters, want more than itself. does that make sense? i think i want to say more than i really understand right now or maybe i want to say more because i don't have anything to say. I just have the need to put thoughts into words because that, like holden caulfield, slows life down or in some cases, ideally, stops it all together.
how do you free your spirit from this feeling of nothingness. i don't know what to say to my dad, but i want to share something with him that is more than just the next meal, more than just let's make dinner. What is that? i am so blessed to have this entire house at my disposal and so what, what have i done with it?
is this creativity stunted? shoot, i should be better than this...i guess maybe we'll work on a puzzle and i'll pull myself away from ray bradbury. i am weary but well. every once and awhile, i feel so utterly out of touch.
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