6/10/12: I'm free to follow my own regulations, but I'm not quite sure how to follow my own. There is no direction, just a swing in gravity and the daze from the sun does not help. It can encourage your motivations or let you live in ignorance. But this will only suit people for those who get a mental high for helping, but I don't think I know what I'm actually saying.
6/21/12: The lake offers me visions of power, to walk into the center on foot or to move up in the hills to look down below and feel the midway point of heaven and earth.
6/22/12: Haze blankets cover the sky and dampen the sun's rays. I feel happy when I look up at the view.
6/25/12: I hear my pencil crying out to make strokes and create new life, but I cannot swing its tip for the moment. The clouds shroud my range of what exists on the pages, but pesky duties that chain me to this world of creation demand duties to maintain its twisting and contradicting order. I ask myself how can I create a new world and not teach it to grow if the twisting order of my world regulates time? I already know that the answer is duty and selfishness from others. I still dangle my chain to this world and thinking when will be the first time I unhook the anchor so I can go to my specified order in this world to help make other worlds out of marks and paper.
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