Dear Diary ;
shiomio kurukuru amaste viokioo-
i now only have the most profound sympathies,
heartfelt pain, and admiration and respect for those
who have endured beyond the limits of humane limits
of imagination and understanding
of dwelling not in ones depression as the pool of stagnant waters
but flow and overwhelm expressively
not in words
not in sound
not even in gestures or the slightest motion
but silently
violent waves and tidal plumes of
endurance, strength, that glint
of brutality and coldness sharpened unknowingly
from the brunt of having to survive wihtout
perspection, perspective and undoubtly with
the excess of frustration and pure white-hot
unbridled catalytic explosions of anger
of having to survive through all elements-
with one good eye.
its no joke i tell you =P
Yet Another Day;9:38 PM