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Wednesday, 5 October 2011
11:50:23 PM (GMT)
I used to think, that I could control my life, but now I know I was only kidding

I will never be the person I want to be, and that's a good thing. 

Every day, my life becomes more and more fluid and dreamlike, until it's slipping
through my fingers.  I can't hold on to it any more than I can hold water vapor. 
Sometimes it trickles by, but sometimes it's a blasting river that knocks me down and
carries me away.  

Every night, my dreams become increasingly solid, and more realistic.  They begin to
resemble reality so closely that I can no longer differentiate the two.  

Some day, my life will all rush past me so fast that I'm too overwhelmed to swim or
struggle and I drown.  Or maybe it will dry up completely.  Maybe I'll just walk

Some night, my dreams will solidify to the extent that I can not escape them, and I
will melt into a twisted reality of my subconscious observations and suppressed fears
and desires. 


You'll find a world within the world only in the most unexpected places; if they had
existed anywhere you expected them to, they would've been discovered and disappeared
long ago. 


I live inside a lonely world of homework and dizzy spells. 


Many people are afraid of bees.  They think they're just waiting for the opportunity
to sting you, like tiny buzzing Kamikazes.  But the bees doesn't want to die any more
than you want to be stung.  I've held bees in my hand and not been stung.  Just don't
bother them; we should show them respect because we couldn't exist without them, but
they would be more than okay without us. 


Sometimes I wonder if the dungeon-like school that appears in my dreams lately is my
phantasmagoric subconscious impression of Tekamah schools.
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