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[beutful]

too much time spent on words.
too little time spent with elvis.
i just know.
that's it.
and even though there are many canals that break and get destroyed behind and in front of me, i can still navigate.
the awkward situation is knowing how uncomfortable talking is.
nobody will ever come to close to knowing what is inside my mind.
unless they ask me.
and even still i will just ride my motorcycle.
i think of it and look up and shake my head because the only person that understands is too many miles away.
the ease of moving is taken too literally.
and i am quite proud that that was written because...
i don't know.
it just makes sense.
so where does it go from here?
every little day.
i shall try.
to mow the lawn.
and remember what got me there in the first place.
i can't even remember the last thought i had.
i remember the last thought too well.

the point is.
i cannot go back on most entries and tell you exactly what everything means.
because this journal is an outlet.
thoughts are let out and discarded.
and then they come back.
and i write about them.

and that's all i know.