Un-Adulterated (day 94)

The four, they wandered
Still a few hours from dark
One with a drink
One with a skirt
And leggings to reduce the flirt
It was easy to tell
For I had been there before
That they all had one thought
Clearly on their minds
To reduce the night to moments alone
A moment to remember for a year
A day, many years later
That will come all the greater
Shall remind gone of your youth

Dreaming (day 89)

It was not only my favorite thing to do, but it was my favorite thing to be.

I layed there a while, asleep or half there. Only memories and influenced plans filled my head.

To my own peace, I planned civil engagements, gigantic feats, womanly admiration’s, and success beyond most noble players ever heard of.

I enjoyed this very much.

The Experiment (day 88)

A surreal, evolutionary complex grew among the convoluted masses. Growing in size (and of course stupidity) as they were herded into their lifeless phases of preconditioned and prescribed sociological experiments. Little did they know if they had just learned to tie their own shoes unconventionally everything would have turned out alright!

Struggling (day 86)

Struggling to stay awake
Struggling to keep focused
Struggling to stop remembering
Struggling to ignore nostalgia
Struggling to hold peace
Struggling to find motivation
Struggling to sit still
Struggling to create time
Struggling to be zen
Struggling to grasp topics
Struggling to be friendly
Struggling to breathe air
Struggling to stay cool
Struggling to avoid fears
Struggling to still believe
Struggling to remain alive
Struggling to show thanks
Struggling to initiate contact
Struggling to not resent
Struggling to think kindly
Struggling to eliminate indulgence
Struggling to always cry
Struggling to move body
Struggling to have fun
Struggling to harbor hope
Struggling to kiss you