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Say something. Just say something because you should. Because you need to start making a habit of it. If you want to write you’re going to have to write. Stop being tired. It’s not getting you anywhere. So I’m writing, I’m writing. Saying absolutely nothing, but I am writing, because you say this is the thing to do. Writing writing writing. Yes, very nice.

My little sister got me this really cool candle. It’s product (red), so I love it. And it smells like a good looking man, so I love that too. It says 'sha(red)' around the outside of the frosted red glass. And I think that it’s nice. I like sharing. It makes everything seem bigger.

I have absolutely nothing to say. My brain has apparently become a crusty grey shell of what used to be a neverending trail of wonder. Maybe I can sleep then. My hopefulness has now cancelled out my very hope of calmness.

My scalp itches. I think it is the weather. I am bored of my hair. I liked it for 5 whole minutes once. It was a good moment. Too many ponytails. When I move to Africa I am going to look like Matt Damon’s lover in Bourne Supremacy, and then I’m going to shave my head. When your hair is too short, you have to like it, because you can’t do a damn thing but let it grow out. I don’t know why I insist on pretending that this is fact, but it seems right.

Enough enough. Bear with, and we will try again tomorrow.

Let freedom ring
in hearts and souls
in heavy chains we bear the burden
know the love know the love
bring our lives
leave our troubles
and let desire guide the way

Let freedom ring
we try to say
not trusting the sting of discontent
free from what free to what
let it go
trust your heart
to know it when you get there

Let freedom ring
how does it sound
a song our heart has hummed from waking
free to fall free to fly
swim or sink
yet never fear
you will always be well guided

I am done exploring
the simple, the weak, the worldly
I am done wanting
in a way that does not include true desire
I want God in all of it
from the passing butterfly to the passing Abercrombie model
I want the best for them
in the way that he does
I want the best for me
in that way too
I want the great
the beautiful, the best, the winning
I want to breathe it
to want it without thinking
God in me
as if the very blood in my veins was passionate about its purpose
Yes, I am done
with all other than that