The Constant Running Commentary on Everything and Nothing. A little thought about Ann Romney.

This is unknown to me. I sit here and watch. As you toss and turn. Or am I a fool. Now watching the sun rise. As you begin to wake. Meeting you was not a mistake. But what do you see. Lost in my own world. Feel like a rope unfurled. A stone being hurled;. I have plenty more to show.

Originally posted on Wuji Seshat. Help, Lord; for the godly has ceased in me;. For the faithful frail part of me has died.

Call of the Night Panther. There is no sparrow that follo.

Anything that i can randomly think of. When Help is all you ever wanted.

Reflections on myself, my life and the world. Last year I finished two specializations, one in cultural science and one in conflict studies.

It is the sharp contrast in light. Shade builds on my brand of light. It is the basic, the principle,the shout. The kids are playing outside but I am stuck in this constant fast forward. Pause, stop the blinding night. It shines on my imperfection. Adulting always comes at a price. Where light becomes grey and right becomes complicated. Who wrote this manual? This is not what we were promised. These lies compound each time the noose tightens.

All words that rhyme! February 26, 2014. Not a single dark cloud floating above in a perfectly blue sky. Sitting at my window, i can only see. A small part of the bright sky. But i dream, i dream with my eyes open. I dream of perfectly green fields. I see flowers blurred together in a spectrum ofe colors. I can hear children running happily. Their laughter tearing the calmness of the day. I dream of a sea beach somewhere far. I see white crystal sand dotted with shells.