Posted: April 12, 2014 in mixed bag, Uncategorized

it occurs to me that blogging is like talking to yourself. except (hopefully) no one thinks you are nuts for this is socially sanctioned. though what these processes are that allow the stamp of approval, beats me.

the urge to live is pushing through again…no direction, no plan. i sit waiting for a miracle. the miracle of clarity.

patience, voices whisper. gah, i say.

it also occurs to me that i like buildings that are white or stone grey or brick brown accompanied by lots of greenery. what do you know i am a fresh air-sunlight-star and moonlit sky-forests, seas and mountains-kind of person.


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