So much has happend since I last wrote. Yet, not a single event seems to want to transfer itself onto this blank screen.
The reluctance is festering. Tearing me away from that which I hold dear. But do I fight it? Do I try to save myself?
No.
I fade. Just as the leaves. Just as the fog. Burned away with the rising and falling of the sun's whims.
There is so much I could say. So much I could write. This muted reality. The pictures flash. A rapid succession of existance. Life is yet beyond my grasp.
Today's Preferred Torture Method: Surprise
The Other Voices In My Head: Dune-Frank Herbert
Sounds Bite: The Kds Aren't Alright- The Offspring