I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

Hours staring at the ceiling, the wall, curling up into a ball. It seems annoyed with the light, it kind of recoils. It will get lighter. I wonder where it goes in the day.

you have a beautiful account btw

brb i will read and reply sincerely

that is unstable and lets me operate in that discovery mode that i can create within and also produce works from.

I Write Goodbye Letter

part of an old note. It will get lighter.