I want to write a book, and I guess I'll do it alone. & I want to get out of here and do something I love for once. Summer brings new opportunities of self unity, and I will take it up on its offer.
I came here to say something I knew you would read, but my mind never transferred my thoughts to my fingers and the words never flew out of them as I planned - like missiles meant to awaken your coma-stricken mind. They failed just as words spoken to your deaf ears once too often and I'm left planning my next strategy.