December 21, 2010 An Entry

December 21, 2010

Start: 1:10 am- December 21, 2010

I can’t express what I’m saying. I really just wish that someone understood me. I know that’s cliché, but it’s just how it is. I think everyone feels that way. I’m lost again. I keep using my first person pronoun. What is there really to write about?

Flocking between my limbs
I hear something new. Pleasant, but intimidating.
Every moment compressed to this exact configuration of space-time.
This feels uplifting, but nobody is watching. The blind eye infuses, dictated by physicality. Urgent to impress yet limited by doubt.

This may be considered cheating, but I love listening to music. Anything really. I’m forever restricted to an external environment.

Hear me! I want to touch an understanding of the sensations which is embodiment.
Trying to describe the perception constantly. A utility of and for experience. There isn’t a story to be told, but trust me; I realize an existence. It’s got to be heading somewhere.

I accept reality as truth.