For the sake of it
Sometimes I have thoughts that are just free flowing and drip from my finger tips like creative persperation. Somtimes the thoughts in my head are beautiful and wish to escape, other time they are dark and crawl deeper inside of me. I was walking past these huge oak and maple trees today, it was hot as summer outside but the scraping of the dead leaves sounded like orcher bones rattling, and it was breath taking, the contast filled and tingled with in me. I watched my pale legs in the bright sun and smiled as they crunched under foot. As the doctor took my blood I relished slightly in the pain, that made me feel guitly for a moment before I remember that blood is life and life is precious and beautiful, and there is no shame in enjoying the sight of it. As I walked back into town I considered the thought of buying some black eletrical tape, to take some photos with, before remembering there arnt many people around me good with a camera. I stoped by a hidden war memorial next to Wests, that I never knew was there, crouched down and read the plaque and felt sudden respect but also that I didnt belong so I left. My legs enjoyed the sun light I gifted them today, they look so bone white in the sun rays, but I like it that way, it makes a good backdrop for the horned wolf. I dont know why im writing any of this, but I supose for once Im using this as a journal, what its attended to be, somthign to write down my thoughts no matter how random they are, not just a sounding board or a sutble way to tell people things, as a personal little window into my mind. meh im not even going to spell check this, just to add to authentisatie.............thats a hard word to spell (cough wrong cough)