Calm, TOTALLY INSANE, but calm still. Musings of Minds under the illusion of freedom. Know that when the thought of writing this review came to mind, I had an instant headache because I had never written before. So, bear with me.

Diams; July 29, 2015. She insisted when the conversation turned, once again, to the fact that she was living with her fiancé. A heavy sigh and more silence. Because she knew I was right.

Diary Of A Fed Up Lad. Leave your facades at the door, please. On April 3, 2015. I feel, empty, lonely, maybe even useless,. Annoyed by my failed attempts to come off as witty,. So I stopped writing and tried to figure things out,.

Sentiments of a Child of God. Correction In The Body Of Christ. I have also been on the end of great correction. Judge not, that you be not judged. For with the judgment you pronounce you will be judged, and with the measure you use it will be measured to you. Note that it says eye! For ex.

The walker of the Earth. The talker from the heart. A receptacle for all chaos. North, South, East, West. An habitat for the elements, within. Good, evil, hot, cold. Exposed to all the elements, without. Rainfall, sunshine, drought, flood. The many metaphors in tragic allegory. Drips of my grief in poetic matrimony. Engorged meanings hollow enough to hide my sorrow. A living entendre, too deep to be unearthed.

The only thing you need to survive is hunger. On April 8, 2016. Dust you will slowly turn into, feel time deserting you,. Unwashed mud, because the pool was acidified,. And I am not basic, this complex cannot be neutralized,.