Journal entry 21.01.2019

Donald Nyach,

I started sleeping with a bible again this morning. I made that decision after I woke up with grains of sand in my mouth and on my bed, presumably from the window over my head. I dread thinking of how it must have got it.

I realize how contorted a web of random theories and experiences my mind is. It grabbed its shape from this warped environment and built the spire that stands in my brain swaying ever so. As a result, yesterday, I contemplated my existance and my nature and all that self awareness nonsense. Somehow I reached the conclusion that I should start sending letters to a dead man. A great man , but a dead man nontheles

Let me say first of all that long time ago, I realized that the greatest power I had came from acceptance of fate as it is. I might have lost track of this but ultimately, here I am.

Now, even in death, I respect you. From what I have been told, we are alot alike in demeanor. Its only natural that I may consider myself accountable to you in a way and hope that this exercise of catharsis may prove therapeutic.

I take consolation amidst my sadness that I have been truly loved thus far. That is my privellege. And for it I am grateful

Signing off,

DAD

Needs and wants

When I was in uni, I only had one pair of shoes. I thought I needed more pairs so that I dont look poor. I got a job and bought new shoes because looking destitue seemed undesirable. In the long run I ended up wearing one pair. The same pair I had worn since before. I realized I that I didnt need many pairs. I had never really needed them

That is all

DAD

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