Thought I would write from my journal and maybe it will interest someone. More and more. That is how it alway's must be in that sickness of yours. (I tend to write third person a lot) Perhaps you have not seen a real day in quite some time. Have you forgotten how fresh the breeze blows? Have you taken any walks on a quiet country road?
No. You have lost yourself in that blur of hurry up and waste your life. Notice how you never reach your destination. It was a fleeting idea too hard...