Dear Journal
Oh my, yes, for some reason I have agreed to the big family brunch this holiday; an awkward clusterfuck buffet in a town I don't much care for. I have the option to sleep through it, been up for almost twenty hours now, but I've opted for coffee and pineapple instead. Not sure why but I wanted to make a post, keep some electrons moving and a momentum paced. I had a wonderful aimless night, last night. I'm going to know Akron, Cuyahoga Falls, and a bit of Kent way too well come summer. Conspire for nothing, plan for nothing, expect nothing, desire little, need less. I'm coming out, actually, am out of my annual breakdown, and in this moment I don't even remember what it was all about. I feel like I have nothing but time, and no pressure to use it up.
Early jazz and big band, and classical music through the sunrise. It's magical. I'm shaking off comparisons and definitions, and I try not to judge, but oh well. Oscar Wilde and a awkward car ride await. I'm pretty delirious already, I feel hallucinations brewing up as I type. There aren't enough hours in the day anymore.
Early jazz and big band, and classical music through the sunrise. It's magical. I'm shaking off comparisons and definitions, and I try not to judge, but oh well. Oscar Wilde and a awkward car ride await. I'm pretty delirious already, I feel hallucinations brewing up as I type. There aren't enough hours in the day anymore.