Fears Tears and want for the breeze.

Thursday shall be documented.


I cannot help but stare into the abyss of work that is supposedly an accomplishment. I'm afraid now that's why. I'm afraid of what the future holds I always think ahead, I always plan; I just want the breeze to hit me like it does people older then me that are still caught in the in the spiral of air. My life is pretty simple I have wants, desires, plans, lists and a mind that sometimes finds itself with no limitations. I was never set limitations I was brought up right, my life is exactly what I make of it but the ceiling on the room of my life is quite like my bedroom. I can see the end, I can see how far above me it is, but my skylight windows open me up to the world beyond that a world I know I can reach.

I'm gonna take pictures put them on my wall and let this year be my present memories.
15 days.