the only home i know

I look out into the world from the confines of my own mind feeling lonesome and concerned for society. I watch the vehicles pass by and wonder if they see the world as I do. The voice deep inside tells of pain and misery but the image draws a different story. It suggests a happier place in which I can roam and be free to live with others in harmony and peace. I try and leave, try and reach the outside but the bars that surround me keep me secure. Then the nurse destroys my fantasy and I must become numb once more with the medication I must take.

im an idiot sometimes

I figure if I Google things like ' my battery is stuck in my car' I'm kind of an Idiot. Well the terminal part is stuck to the battery because of corrosive chemicals and what not...

But anyways...


I have now been, well, nothing. I can say I work nights. I then spend An additional five hours a day, fourteen on weekend's, working on a side project while only sleeping 4-6 hours a day. This is trying to be productive on a project I started with nearly three years ago. No more further details about it. I can say that my books I wrote sick and will be ready to pulish one day hopefully.

Thank you and good night.