i am right now in a perplexed state of uncertainty. as if i wish to remain torpor for but a little while longer for friends to catch up to me so that i am not alone any longer and so that i can catch up to people so that i can catch up to everyone else around me. i suffer from a lack of motivation. but i realize everywhere i am lacking. i am at point where i have a sincere disregard for everything i just was, and perhaps for everything i am now and may be tomorrow. pretentious. yes, always. at some point that is our building block before we normalize it. because authentic person-hood is pretentious at some point. everything will circle back to where ever it was before. spend time to spend time. you must integrate everyday. so much is lost with a simple neglect, however innocent and beautiful. so you must realize the death in everything to see how it all has life. and just because you recognize the life please, never forget the death. for at both extremes you forget you are still human whether living or dead, there is a sincere disconnect.

in the promise land you must have had to convince yourself of your love.
the water is finally right, just like someone planned it
i picked up the wind across the atlantic
2 sheets filled with sin