Stream of Consciousness Writing
Expressive writing from suppressed depressive whining. Hexadecimals don't have the right timing. Vexed with what's next in place of actually dealing with being my best. My test, "i'm not in denial, im just selective about the reality i accept". Forever questioning refreshing my mind's web browser. More over i'm lessening what i find to be no louder then, "if a tree fall in forest does it make a sound". Shine down sun, between the leaves of trees over head, as a breeze blows by, stirring the hair on my head, but, i got a headache instead...