im taking a journey through the pages in the book of life. most of the contents i dont have the comprehension for, but when i do understand what it is im seeing, its a moment of infintie middleness, and indifference to this and everything else. 

ive been understanding alot more of this book lately. 

why have these dreams been so lucid? 

when i lay my head at night, it is tainted with the things i have fed it, and do still so clearly recall what is going on when there is nothing going on is... well i dont know what it is, but the only way to release it is a creative channel that must be tapped into.

ch-ch-ch-chchanngesss