A little this, a little that

"D'être il chaque y aurait un temps pour moi ce que je veux pour être. Libérez du tout ceux qui veulent. libérez de me."

"Hay una época en que estaré libre y sabré definirme. Cuando me conozco está uno lo más mejor posible a confiar en."

"The key is now to tell the rest of the world, in what the Me thinks, feels, and sees. To open to a crown and not be thrid eye blind"

It's an interesting play, in this game of mine. I'm not sure where I stand among the words of my book. All around me, it seems to be a blinding, endless sky. There are certainly no words that surround me, but instead, vivid images and movies. If I could show you the feature fim, I think you'd enjoy the wonders that emxplore my mind. It's a calm place, it's a spontaneous place, it's a place for anything in joy and pain. Through speech, I can articulate words of useless facts and random thought. This enldless sky offers no tool for translating my feelings, at least not now, not with the words I know. It's like I need that new story to evolve. I need a screenplay that I can transcend myself into.

I wonder if this script can come from within my waking life. All the papers, the shows, and the songs have been read and played - none of it is really mine. And so, I write, watch, and sing my own playright. I continue to push the void through the only means I know. Not to show anyone else, but for me to find this place in where I stand.