Part 4...

In this moment I am happy. "Exactly the kind of radical thinking I need." Ever so fleeting; brief; swift; speedy...I likey zee cesaurus. Reading, I hope, will become a true pasttime of mine. It's so often difficult to be truthful. Why? Is honesty too boring? Too scary? Too much? *BREATHE* I miss all day long. Trapped...never feeling love nor hate, just the tap-tap-tapping of my wooden heart...the termites are back. I'm tired of being lonely, Leeko should wake up. I wish I could live in a series of plastic tubes; Reality would never find me. if he tried, I would say, "Fuck you Reality," and run away. I miss nature, too much flith in a city. I miss being held...at arms length. I'm always missing Him. Who is it this time? It cannot matter...they're all the same.