road journal…
I had the strangest of dreams… I felt like I was someone else. I was in a far off land, speaking a foreign tongue… and there you were… with me. I have written a letter to tell you all about it.
thoughts and desires, observations, philosophies, psychological studies, judgey rants and neurotic ramblings sprinkled with poetic verses… apart from… this page is dedicated to placing me geographically… with the current physical and mental state in a nomadic setting.
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this is a self-narration of experiences on the road… inward looking out… pains, and triumphs. heartache and heartbreak. and the study of the human physiology… mostly as pertains to my own. I am… we are a paradox of ideals… but this reality… it’s what I see, what I hear, what I feel… what touches my soul… it is my truth
thinking time…
whereabouts
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find me here
