WISHING WELL. Volcanic emotions. Limited patience. Endless rambling. Repetitive thought. Changing names. Moving games. Around the clock we race. Focusing on distance. Missing on clearance. Erupted volcano of devastating emotion. Down the winding staircase. Down the twisting hall. Flying souls. Kissing clouds. Above our heads they rest. Still waiting. Contemplating the moon. Wishing for more. Wanting less. Adoring the beauty of the night. Dreaming of the shining day. Along the lonely road we go. Along the empty path we stumble. Missing more than just our hearts. Loathing more than just ourselves. Dreaming of a sinner's paradise. Living in a saint's hell. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Today has been a usual day. Not much action. Not much burden. Slow. Steady. Relaxed. I am thinking about Mister P. Liking him. Loathing him. I am thinking about Mike. Hoping he is okay. Hoping he is safe. I am thinking about Keith. About his weirdness. About his indifference. I am thinking about myself. Wishing for more. Wishing for something. I need to let all this trouble go. I need to take a break from this present behavior. These activities cannot be healthy. I am sleepy. I am sad. I am done for now.