if you were stuck on a deserted island, what would you do?

i'm off the island
now i'm sinking to the bottom
and the sun gets lost in the great blue hole
where time stands still
i can't hear anything right now

*frustrated

This is a mess.






and in the end i'm telling myself change starts from within...

leave the light on...

So this is where the confusion begins. Once again, things seem to be coming to a head, and all the anxieties that go along with life are coming out of the water to drown me. I haven't even learned how to swim yet, and it'll soon be my time to get out of the water. I'm not sure if I've tried to do too much at once, or if I haven't quite done enough. The best I can do now is talk about it, trying to leave some room in my head for other things. These days, there's no shortage of things to think about. There's a part of me that's worried that I'm not worried enough about certain things... and another part of me that's taking everything in stride. The rest of me is somewhere in-between.

The clock ticks away.

sometimes you wonder if anybody hears you the way you hear things in your head... or your heart

Spontaneity is wearing me out. But it's a lot of fun. Free Hat!! Funny what a little milk can do...

Preferential treatment. It's getting blatantly ugly. Karl Malone levels Darrick Martin with a forearm, shows not even a shred of remorse, and just gets fined $7500? Peeler got suspended for 2 games for elbowing Garnett in the face... I don't think everyone's playing by the same rules. Something is not right here.

Too many thoughts... I can't string out anything in too much detail right now, but the feeling is subversive... underground... aware... political... emotional... creative...

All I can say is that I've been feeling disconnected in too many ways... and yet it's not in my hands, as much as I'd like.

let me show you my heart

a little more clarity

What I could use now is a some more time. Where can I go with this?