everyone is emotionally drained.
its that time of the year.
new year. new start? that worked for a day, then it all collapsed again.
telepathic communication exists. i sometimes find my self crying uncontrollably for no reason. the next day i find out my best friend got kicked out.
i like the idea of invisible channels in the atmosphere, that connect the people in this universe.
its in the blood.
oh god i feel myself starting on a massive essay about Rhonda Byrne's Secret.
if you haven't read it. do.
i am going to stop myself before i bore you anymore.
some sculptures i did december 2010.last night was the first night i have slept properly in so long.
its not that i couldn't get to sleep, hell i would have loved to.
but i forced myself to stay up all night, doing work, drinking coffee by the pot, oozing caffeine.
black coffee.
the only way to drink it.
if i had cut myself i wouldn't have been surprised if i no longer bled red liquid,
but thick gloopy coffee.
it was strange though, living off no sleep.
when i walked, i wasn't really walking, i was floating.
i stayed awake artificially, in a trance between to two states of mind.
but sleep, its for dreamers,
they tell you to dream big,
so hey ho, i'm going to go now, and struggle into a peaceful, undeserved, rest.
