Sometimes, a human feels low. It is natural to want to scream at the sun. Sometimes lights are loud and hurt. Rage is a healthy feeling, perfect to put on toast. Eyes don't always work to a level you'd like them to, but they are doing their best. When I wake up I lie there for a little bit even if I'm running late. I'd like to start doing religious rituals but I'm afraid I'll develop superstitious compulsions that will stress me out. There is a beautiful wooden box on my bookshelf with a red flower on it. Also a plastic green skull. I need to make some presents but I would rather be coding. I'm not too happy with my new knitting machine.
I'd like to build a sandcastle because then it will wash away. I only want to make things of quality and with care and thought so they don't clutter up everything. I want to make things with my eyes closed and not care where my pen goes on the page. I love living by the coast because the sea is a great thing to watch. I want to spend all day digging and swimming and building only for the tide to come again. What I'm writing is also about a hat I need to make. I'm afraid it will be bad and won't fit her and also I'm afraid my passport won't arrive. I'd like to relax as I can't do anything more, bury my head in the sand and feel comforted. I want to build a den and feel okay in it. I want to know that I can make a difference. I often feel as though I'm waiting for the next thing. I'm usually happy and feel great or at least generally fine. I'd like to look at fine sand under a microscope. I want a revolution but I don't want sudden change. The only way I've ever helped is by making stew and digging a pond and holding her. I can say hurtful things. I sometimes don't want to ever talk. I am typing without thinking. I want to be close to everyone I love but I just want to sit and watch a film. I hate paying for transport.
Sometimes, a human feels low. It is natural to want to scream at the sun. Sometimes lights are loud and hurt. Rage is a healthy feeling, perfect to put on toast. Eyes don't always work to a level you'd like them to, but they are doing their best. When I wake up I lie there for a little bit even if I'm running late. I'd like to start doing religious rituals but I'm afraid I'll develop superstitious compulsions that will stress me out. There is a beautiful wooden box on my bookshelf with a red flower on it. Also a plastic green skull. I need to make some presents but I would rather be coding. I'm not too happy with my new knitting machine.
I'd like to build a sandcastle because then it will wash away. I only want to make things of quality and with care and thought so they don't clutter up everything. I want to make things with my eyes closed and not care where my pen goes on the page. I love living by the coast because the sea is a great thing to watch. I want to spend all day digging and swimming and building only for the tide to come again. What I'm writing is also about a hat I need to make. I'm afraid it will be bad and won't fit her and also I'm afraid my passport won't arrive. I'd like to relax as I can't do anything more, bury my head in the sand and feel comforted. I want to build a den and feel okay in it. I want to know that I can make a difference. I often feel as though I'm waiting for the next thing. I'm usually happy and feel great or at least generally fine. I'd like to look at fine sand under a microscope. I want a revolution but I don't want sudden change. The only way I've ever helped is by making stew and digging a pond and holding. I can say hurtful things. I sometimes don't want to ever talk. I am typing without thinking. I want to be close to everyone I love but I just want to sit and watch a film. I hate paying for transport.
