If I die...

I have no regrets.

Today I gave a little bit of me away.

It was a prick, then a jab, just like that and I'm in a pack. Liquid. Red. Fresh. Warm. What we are all made up of. I feel lighter and a sudden burst of meaning floods my senses. To live is to give, and we will never stop giving ourselves away.

I hope that this pack will be usable and helpful to the anonymous recipient. Funny, I think it will contribute more intimately than I could. Who ever you are... Be bless.

Rain. Pours and cleans. Runs sheets of water across where you have been.

Failure reiterates that you will have to use it to make your next work more spectacular. Individuality at its best without the weight of others incompetence. You use to think that the mind gets broader but recently with your lack of words made you doubt.

Listening again on old tracks, brings back faces and all the foolish thoughts and experiments. I knew the disasters and how fleeting it will all be. So that I could write. I tested theories. Of thinking and not feeling. The unturned stones. The forest and the uncut trees. The phenomenon minimal days out of the three-hundred-sixty-five.

It will be just as quiet when I leave. 

As it was when I first got here. 

I don't expect anything.

You didn't chose. It just happened. You can't push nor deny this. The future would not have the chance to write itself out now as it is.

So keep walking and leave it to the Gods.

Castles of papers surrounds me. Anxiously waiting for me to run my eyes and hands through them. It is safe here. Behind words and ridiculous thoughts that I can experiment with on this platform without resonance despite the cacophony within. Characters could be created or slain, at the mercy of my whimsical fancy and judgement. I will not be removed from here.

Fiercely she writes about the corporate giant with their pages of self righteous gibberish...

Don't we all just like to deny what we really want and feel. Being practical or delusional?

There's this one place you return to where you would feel that short dose of absolute peace. It has an immediate calming effect. Letting it take over and within that few seconds... maybe just maybe heal your wounds. Probably it is your only way of apologizing for what you could not do, fulfill, or commit. Somehow just being there, standing there made you feel a part of it all over again. An escape from your reality. You step out slightly refreshed ready to take on the world and it's unexpected blows again.

Threads. Fine thin alignments. Counting down the days.

Life is made up of those moments where you took control and decided, to take that plunge. As you breathe in the first release of pure adrenaline, you know you got it right and good. Makes you feel like a rock star doing a body surf.

Hello... First October.

Would she remember me?

The best part about acting? You become anybody.

Started out thinking that the number of words required would be too much to cover. But then when you realize your only left with twenty three you are amazed... How did that happen?

I've searched everywhere and realized that they have ceased its production. There goes another thing I like. Everything you liked, made, to be replaced.