Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd on blast, I'm home alone and there's nothing going on. No predicates or verbs are running through my brain, as they usually do. I'm lost in words, i have so many things to say, but no sentences to lay. I still wonder and dig deep inside my inner knowledge, the constant illusions and manners of Humanity. But..I am still lost in words. This summer is mediocre so far, not as alcohol involved, no curfew installed, but a summer fling in tow... 24/7. I finally get the minimum wage from Tennis Anyone. I sacrificed to be exposed for 4 hours out in the heat. It's cool. Whatever. And I confuse myself even more, do I swing that way? It shouldn't matter, but it films through my thoughts and daydreams linger, continuing it on to my dreams. Am I? Or am I not? It's harder to commit actions, than commit thoughts. Fantasies, to be exact. I won't know how i'll carry myself when.. I mean, IF the time comes. FIY, starting with "And I confuse..." is meant to be vague. I choose not to be vulnerable through this pixelized screen. I breathe in deep. It's nice that I've layed some words out. I guess this is my Public Diary.
ky, xx
