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“I knew I shouldn’t watch, that she wouldn’t want me to. But the way that water slipped around her bare skin rooted me in place. The moon shone down on both on us both, alighting her beauty, and me in sin.”

I have no voice, or choice to move.

I am not man, I am not one who desires food.

I am unlike this woman, I observe.

I am home to nest, I am home to bird.

She does not know, because she cannot understand, I am a tree, and yet I see, her where she stands.

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What is your favorite type of weather?

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I am fan that blows in all weather. No longer is my temper tethered to changes in wind.

I have learned to accept things I cannot change, so I am no longer bothered by the rain, nor do I cry when the sun is clouded by inclement clouds, I am without

Bother, when it is hotter than I can stand, because now I realize it is all going according to something that has nothing to do with me.

I can stand and be, simply free, to experience bliss.

I am able to feel the sun again, because I pay attention, not demanding perfection, but forgetting to mention I don’t know what that is.

I am just simply me, standing outside experiencing something that is not mine. It does not matter whether it is existential or divine.

It matters only that I accept it exists, and is not specific to me, I just experience this, and that’s a gift.

I used to run in the mornings, when I was healthy, not addicted, and freer than I ever knew, before I had severed the ties that bound me to my fellow man. I did not realize this severance was sign of weakness, instead of strength.

I am prone to shouting at the universe, to chaotic crying out, in desperation to leave me alone, so because I actually get what I ask for, I am alone a lot.I asked for it, and the universe delivered, and I have a fit over the delivery, because that makes sense right? A package ordered by a drunk/high lunatic, high on resentment this time, way less fun.

I am learning how much peace I had when I went jogging, not running or escaping, and I am reminded of a time in California where I was trying to escape a um… bad deal..

I was trying to pretend to jog… and realized I had forgotten what that even looks like.. caught up in my chaos, I forgot how to run for fun… so I couldn’t even fake it..

Terrifying really…

I used to think myself, so free, but now I realize… I was just chained to different things..

I am trying to get back to that a mental fitness of jogging not running.

What activities do you lose yourself in?

I am standing on a street corner, this time metaphoric, not real.

I am looking into nothing, or myself, whichever one you choose, overcome

By voices, this time internal, not external, not externalized, not demons with painted on despise eyes, not lies or falsehoods, but inner truths, painted because I am listening to me and to you. I am listening closely, with intention to hear, because I have spent a long time, not doing so, with desire to unfeel.

I am wondering what it means, what I do, now that I am focused and listening to you. I am wondering if there is anything, anything at all to any of this for a personal who notices it all. I do not know where I fit in, if I do at all.

I am standing in the middle of also on the side. Existing in the middle, because before I did not have the time, I did not make a choice to listen before, to me, and to you, and am wondering simply in this place, where I stand, what am I to do?

I am told over and over, just watch and to be quiet, but I am confounded with the presence of a mind that exists in riot. I am not trying to assert myself, not this time, but simply to understand, what is the place for my dark mind?

My wife has started taking Joy with her on walks, we don’t like to go anywhere alone, because there is not a witness if something happens. I am extremely paranoid, and having an adult child is a good antidote. I do not mean to say that our daughter is our caretaker or something, she very much has her own life. My wife and I just make it possible now for her to be open and honest with us about everything, so that she can come to us with anything. I know she will most likely follow the same path we did, and I am not going to try and stop her, just be a kind voice, providing guidance when her lifestyle choices fail like ours did. I want her to have what we deprived ourselves of, understanding. Amanda had this understanding her whole life and squandered it. Not unlike me, in my parallel misery a pain miser, squandering my whole life in pursuit of flesh, worshiping death and existing in perpetual soul sucking spinning, falling over at the knees… sorry not right now…

Look at this.

I think its just side effects from years of drinking and doing drugs, so it will pass. I have never made it past day 61 when trying to say sober and clean. I am on day 69. That’s insane, and what is even more insane… is that I wasn’t thinking about it every day.. I am so happy. I made it past 61 and didn’t instantly think I was cured and run out to ruin my life. I still don’t want to ruin it now. I am astounded by the fact that I can leave the room, and my wife trusts me. She doesn’t follow me around, she knows that she will be able to find me out here, because she can predict my behavior now, and I can predict hers. I used to get annoyed by that, he wanting to be in my @#$% but now that my life is just this, I don’t care if she knows about every aspect of it.

I like having nothing to hide. I was so exhausted by the constancy of

Do they know?

Now that there is nothing for them to know, I feel so much better, and am having less schizophrenia symptoms. I will take feeling like shit, and lower energy for a little bit. I think I might have just ended up dying if I continued on like before.

Later.

Damien