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Found this in an old journal of mine... I was slipping into sleep and writing with my eyes closed. Perhaps slipping slowly insane... In any case there are no spelling errors, it was uninhibited writing... It seems to apply today as well:
I can barely hold two thoughts together so we will see how this turns out.
I'm a bit numb to be honest with you.
A bit... lost.
Now I remember!
I rememeber why I came here in the first place.
No I don't
I never had a choice in the matter.
This is free thouhgt writing
The best I can do the skies are blue
and you are never new please say that as knew.
Mind you?
the railiroad crossings that have no armbars or lights to warn you
its traged but its there.
Like a tojn of briicks
and staring up at nothing bust bossslIm nearly asleep right now, nearly anyyway If anything I wantd em to heat th frekaing soun.
It seems the spark to write comes inevitably when I cannot log on to my journal. So I try and jot some notes down, something to fall back on when I do sit down to write... But it is in vain. You cannot replicate inspiration.
I'm reading 'The Contortionist handbook.' Good read but I'm afraid it will end to soon. I relate to Johnny in quite a few ways. Kari, if you look it up and read a few chapters I think you would understand. I doubt many others would.
I'm getting sea sick of the constant up and down of this program.
10:15 pm - I contemplate getting a job instead of riding this wave.
10:16 pm - I pray with a brother and glimpse hope that surpasses understanding.
10:17 pm - I turn to read or write not knowing what I want
Over
and
Over
Again.
How long will I look at this wave and ignore the sea?
How long until I try and see how to best fix the ship that rides the wave?
In the sea.
How long until I set a course to a port, and stick to course?
Man, I don't know... Seems... well... even if I set a course the wind picks up.
I do find comfort however,
I've been thinking of you quite a bit...
This song might have sparked it,
Yea... Just maybe.
I received the letter that you wrote me
On a dark, cold and cloudy day
Reminding me on the side of the road
You find the light, you'll find a friend,
You'll find a way
But today I'm felling all broke down
I ain't got the faintest clue 'bout what to do
Can't comprehend the situation at hand
so I try my best, just to get back home to you
I believe that what you sing to the clouds
will rain upon you when your sun, has gone away
And I believe, that what you dream to the moon
Will manifest, before you rest, another day
So stay strong, and sleep long when you need to
let the mornin' take you right on through the day
And when you find you're at the end of the road
just lift your head up
Spread your wings and fly away
When you're lost and alone
That's when the rainbow comes
When you're lost and alone
that's when the rainbow comes for you
-Michael Franti
I can barely hold two thoughts together so we will see how this turns out.
I'm a bit numb to be honest with you.
A bit... lost.
Now I remember!
I rememeber why I came here in the first place.
No I don't
I never had a choice in the matter.
This is free thouhgt writing
The best I can do the skies are blue
and you are never new please say that as knew.
Mind you?
the railiroad crossings that have no armbars or lights to warn you
its traged but its there.
Like a tojn of briicks
and staring up at nothing bust bossslIm nearly asleep right now, nearly anyyway If anything I wantd em to heat th frekaing soun.
It seems the spark to write comes inevitably when I cannot log on to my journal. So I try and jot some notes down, something to fall back on when I do sit down to write... But it is in vain. You cannot replicate inspiration.
I'm reading 'The Contortionist handbook.' Good read but I'm afraid it will end to soon. I relate to Johnny in quite a few ways. Kari, if you look it up and read a few chapters I think you would understand. I doubt many others would.
I'm getting sea sick of the constant up and down of this program.
10:15 pm - I contemplate getting a job instead of riding this wave.
10:16 pm - I pray with a brother and glimpse hope that surpasses understanding.
10:17 pm - I turn to read or write not knowing what I want
Over
and
Over
Again.
How long will I look at this wave and ignore the sea?
How long until I try and see how to best fix the ship that rides the wave?
In the sea.
How long until I set a course to a port, and stick to course?
Man, I don't know... Seems... well... even if I set a course the wind picks up.
I do find comfort however,
I've been thinking of you quite a bit...
This song might have sparked it,
Yea... Just maybe.
I received the letter that you wrote me
On a dark, cold and cloudy day
Reminding me on the side of the road
You find the light, you'll find a friend,
You'll find a way
But today I'm felling all broke down
I ain't got the faintest clue 'bout what to do
Can't comprehend the situation at hand
so I try my best, just to get back home to you
I believe that what you sing to the clouds
will rain upon you when your sun, has gone away
And I believe, that what you dream to the moon
Will manifest, before you rest, another day
So stay strong, and sleep long when you need to
let the mornin' take you right on through the day
And when you find you're at the end of the road
just lift your head up
Spread your wings and fly away
When you're lost and alone
That's when the rainbow comes
When you're lost and alone
that's when the rainbow comes for you
-Michael Franti