can't fucking
think

there is a countless number of nights where i would sort of glaze my eyes with these dreams that my mind would toy with. on and off, on and off; it'd repeat like that. i'd notice myself staring into nothingness, but thinking of it sometimes fueled more images, more things to toy with. on and off, on and off. that's my thought process now. on and off, on and off.

i'm becoming something new. charles calls it shape-shifting. i don't know what i'm going to call it. it would be wrong to say that i believe in a religion. what i believe in is something beyond religion,but fundamentally is the same. it is possibility. it is what i believe, it is what i know. how we can connect. how we connect already. our feelings. our lives. our futures our present us who we are now. it is slowly beginning to
grow
evolve
change
shift
bloom
it is beginning to feel
and understand.
i can't describe who i am, what i am, what i feel, or what this all is. what i am typing, what you are reading, what it is, is text. but what text can do is open a new idea or thought, it opens something in your mind. and maybe these ideas and thoughts that i am experiencing, the ones i am typing in text right now, can be felt somewhere else. it's hard to describe what this is. i'm still trying, though.

fuuckckk meeesleeping habbits

p.s.
a lot of good things have happened, too :)

we are lost in sanity
le sigh

my first legitimate post in a while. i don't know what to say.

le chien a mangé le chapeau du chat

i guess, for how crappy so many things have been lately, i'm pretty happy.