I like the journal. I like the craziness. I like the author.
I think the people that can express their craziness like you do are a lot better off than those who try to pretend they're normal. It's not scary. It's real. We all feel it. Some of us are better are putting words to it than others. Also, you and I sometimes share the same dreams. Do you think if two people feel the same thing, it makes them slightly less crazy?
My rudimentary French was just enough to understand you're an awesome writer in more than one language. Any chance we'll see a translation soon, or will I have to start taking classes?
Until then. I will smile when the world is green. I will dance when clouds do not exist. Until then, I will cry.
I will laugh when good luck is my life. I will pray when I believe in a God. Until then, I will die.
I will see rainbows in the night. I will become my hopes one final day. Until then, I will call myself "EMPTY."
Yeah, my intercontinental alter-ego (who does have a name that will not be revealed) was a dark and moody little thing back in the day. Now, she mostly writes love poems. Ick! Not really a step up, I don't think.
You asked about brother5of5. I can't find where you asked. Right now he airbrushes fake tatoos on people at the Excalibur. Lately he has been learning to film and edit things and will soon be working for brother2of5 who has started a videography business.
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I think the people that can express their craziness like you do are a lot better off than those who try to pretend they're normal. It's not scary. It's real. We all feel it. Some of us are better are putting words to it than others. Also, you and I sometimes share the same dreams. Do you think if two people feel the same thing, it makes them slightly less crazy?
My rudimentary French was just enough to understand you're an awesome writer in more than one language. Any chance we'll see a translation soon, or will I have to start taking classes?
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I will smile when the world is green.
I will dance when clouds do not exist.
Until then, I will cry.
I will laugh when good luck is my life.
I will pray when I believe in a God.
Until then, I will die.
I will see rainbows in the night.
I will become my hopes one final day.
Until then, I will call myself "EMPTY."
Yeah, my intercontinental alter-ego (who does have a name that will not be revealed) was a dark and moody little thing back in the day. Now, she mostly writes love poems. Ick! Not really a step up, I don't think.
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