As an experiment I have been thinking about leaving the internet. I wonder what would happen to me. My brain is assaulted daily with websites, blogs, online friends etc. Would I be able to handle it ? Would it be like going through drug withdrawal? I don't know but I am very very curious.
I want to climb the pinnacle again. i want to see the sunset that I saw 11 years ago and look out off the mountain and see the city and its beauty below me.
I want to sneak underneath the bridge and hold on as cars drive over it.
I want to go camping and get rained on so i have to dry out naked in my tent or cook fire and marshmallows.
I want to walk in the forests and hear their songs.
I want to go into the caves and get lost in its nooks and crannies.
I want to see that cloud storm that still haunts me to this day.
I want to live.
I'll leave you with this poem for today while I contemplate my fate. it takes some of the lines from the previous poem and changes them around. I decided that it was too dark too angry. I want my thoughts and my life to reflect peace and happiness.
I walk amongst the myths of old
Ancient wyrms dot the sky
Fairies glow in circles around the toadstools
Heroes of old speak to me their tales
These stories become our past
Their hopes
Their dreams
Everything resides within my heart
It flows from my hand
To share with our children
Our future
If we lose these pieces of ourselves
We lose more than history
All that we can be will never happen
Do not sully your soul with harsh reality
Nuture it in your dreams
I can say no more of these things
They are for you to imagine
I want to climb the pinnacle again. i want to see the sunset that I saw 11 years ago and look out off the mountain and see the city and its beauty below me.
I want to sneak underneath the bridge and hold on as cars drive over it.
I want to go camping and get rained on so i have to dry out naked in my tent or cook fire and marshmallows.
I want to walk in the forests and hear their songs.
I want to go into the caves and get lost in its nooks and crannies.
I want to see that cloud storm that still haunts me to this day.
I want to live.
I'll leave you with this poem for today while I contemplate my fate. it takes some of the lines from the previous poem and changes them around. I decided that it was too dark too angry. I want my thoughts and my life to reflect peace and happiness.
I walk amongst the myths of old
Ancient wyrms dot the sky
Fairies glow in circles around the toadstools
Heroes of old speak to me their tales
These stories become our past
Their hopes
Their dreams
Everything resides within my heart
It flows from my hand
To share with our children
Our future
If we lose these pieces of ourselves
We lose more than history
All that we can be will never happen
Do not sully your soul with harsh reality
Nuture it in your dreams
I can say no more of these things
They are for you to imagine
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she's good people.
did you get a chance to read my 3-21 journal? there is words for you on it.
let me know if that internet AWOL works for you... i may need it too.