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[withertree]

I see: words as I type them, creating new expressions from nothingness.
I hear: many fans.
I feel: sleepy.
I need: nothing I don't already have.
I fear: ghosts that I have given far too much substance. And spiders. Uuuuugh...
I smell: toothpaste (I just brushed my teeth)
I crave: things I shouldn't.
I find: whatever I'm truly looking for.
I want: breakfast.
I have: no breakfast. :( But I do have a kitty who thinks she's a tiger. :)
I wish: you were here.
I like: The Propellerheads.
I love: the Andy.
I hate: crowds of people. And spiders.
I miss: friends I haven't seen in too long. Which is all of them.
I search: for my keys. And inner peace. But mostly for my keys.
I wonder: constantly.
I regret: a host of things uncountable. Vows broken and words unsaid. And that I couldn't see the path sooner.

I am: ... no, that's not quite right.,,,

I am.