into the woodsTo my reader; or my future self: Laugh! Or cry about these words.
Someday they will lose their meaning if they ever had one. I write for myself and I address it to you because every journal is addressed to someone.
We,... I need audience to be able to think. Do we need audience to live?
21 days and coffee at Starbucks at 7 pm. work, walk, see.
God is not a human and humans surprise me. Walking by: an elder woman in conservative clothing and gold jewelry accompanied by an elder man with curled white mustache and Pink Floyd shirt.
Contrariness and absurdity. Freedom is not reached by the pursuit of freedom and the striving for Letting go is the holding on to striving. I don't smoke in freedom but in dependency. Ghosts run across the street where red lights and sour faces dance. I scare myself and look forward to a week in the woods.
My thoughts of you become quiet but every couple thoughts I find one addressed to you.
The familiar weight of my backpack is sitting on my shoulders, bestowi
Out of FocusThoughts spin round and we cling to them as we are afraid of their negativity in our sensory world. fear of pain causes more pain as fear of fear causes even more fear and the good moments rush through our lives, it seems, while bad times hold on for too long, we think and don't see that it's us who hold on to them.
In circles they go, fearing themselves and chasing eachother, so they stick to the eyes and blur the world there would be to see, until it clears off and all colours come back to life.
Freshness as soon as the circling stops.
New winds blow mind and soul.