Intro

Blogs, diaries, journals, napkins... objects used to outline and piece together fragments of thought bottled in the closets of our minds. My mind is consistantly spinning, I don't know what direction but I feel everything jangling and tangling in cobwebs. Documenting past events, anticipating future dates, questioning social interactions, recording current attractions... its life breathing down my spine forcing me to write or type whether I like it or not because my brain just won't take any more silence. Nowadays I'm just always so quiet. I feel a thousand miles away from myself sometimes. I want clarity, peace of mind, it's self-therapy but call it whatever you like; I just got to let my tongue slip once in awhile. Just need to make sense of all this mess in my head, this tug in my chest, these butterfly sensations, these skeptical conversations... dope, time to pass out.