Picture this, if you will...

I don't know. I feel my soul pulled towards a magnet... it's always in the back of my mind, really. I never stop thinking about it. And it makes me feel great, as long as I don't pay attention to it. If I get lost in the dark... someone will drag me out.

I believe this, I have faith in it.

Possibly because it it's in the foreground. But, I have to keep it alive.

I've been deluding myself for so long, in regards to the way people work. The people I've met are self-righteous machines. It makes you feel like a doormat, like a pining animal, waiting for attention. It reduced who I was as a human and a man. I won't stand for that shit anymore. I'm sick of being used and ignored, and I'm glad that I broke free from those people... and I'll always miss the one that never knew me.

I write somewhere that everyone can see, and yet I don't ever write legibly. But I am lazy, and explaining things is for people who didn't experience them. And those people don't ever matter, because they don't know what the impact is. I can read through this once every few months, and be amazed at how much really has happened; Purely gestalt.