Journal 2


Oct 10 2014


It is early now. The sun is just barely touching the bottoms of the clouds and the people beginning to stir. I did not sleep for very long last night. The bugs are almost overbearingly loud. Accompanied by the birds, the loud. My mind is so open and I can hear everything.


Just now I keep hearing a thumping of music in the house but just as soon as it sounds, it's gone. Very similarly to the other night, but I was hearing something else and I thought it might've been my brain playing tricks on me during my limbo trip-I was falling asleep. I couldn't be too sure, though.




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