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Jul. 19th, 2013

I have been feeling very disconnected from words. It is so strange; It used to be, that words were my only dependable instrument for manifesting the fruit of my dreams in this realm. Although I have been thoroughly satisfied with the change of pace, I don't want to lose language- I can feel it slipping away. Maybe it was good for a moment, it seemed to have a tourniquet on my imagination. This recirculation is a bit overwhelming. I feel lost, and overstimulated?- Arrogant for knowing I have talent(s). Humbug.




I am going to fill a whole window full of the things I've done for you- the masterpieces i've made, painted, sang, played- and one day.... I know it will matter to you. I know the future from the inside, like my own crooked bones.

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