abrput endi.......
2004-06-03@12:08 a.m.
I felt the need to escape so I started typing.
I'm typing to find a hold on something, somewhere. I feel shut off from everything right now.
I'm looking for a foot-hold and only finding pit-falls.
I need to release something. An inner tension. Something I can't describe. I need to write. Not sappy or even angry lyrics....I need to write something deep and engrossing....I need to develope a world that I can lose myself in because this world ain't cuttin it.
Somewhere fantastic with a hint of reality........or maybe somewhere that's devestatingly real, yet containing a sense of wonderment and fiction.
I'm rambling to you......brainstorming to myself. Sorry....you don't HAVE to read this you know? You probably havn't read my last entry. It's drolling and pointless to anyone but Mary or Brady. So they can read it, but anyone else is really wasting their time. You know, I doubt if anyone at all is even reading this.
I want to create a world as fantastically real as London Below (read Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman) to run to whenever I need an escape. I want to develope a character shockingly like myself, but everything I'm not so that I can guide him through countless journeys and compell him to overcome adversities that I myself never could.
I want to create a world to take the bite off of this one.
Got one......