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

it exists in my head in some way that i'm trying to get out i lied on my story a little bit because i'm mostly feeling it and thinking about it. feeling something deeply doesn't necessitate any kind of deep relevance or whatever but the thinking is useful

to work in time to get to the timeless, perfection thru chaos

barren land

have you read

amazing hopefully this was all legible and frankly i might be going very off board but you seemed interesting

much more tactility

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class