threw a penny down the cobblestone path, not knowing where to go, it led me to an alley of low white walls with black scribblings of wishes. they weren't wishes for things to happen, they were wishes for things that have happened to not happen. written below the wishes were after-thoughts, things that they'd give up for it. i wish i didn't have anything to write. along the coach with 30 other people, it was the best coach ride of my life. i drew a falcon with three lines and that conversation lasted the entire trip. thankful for my lack of artistic talent. guess that was the start.
walked along The Path (just going to name it this from now on), no longer do i feel like crumbling. my mind goes blank and i stare through strangers' faces, forcefully trudge along until i reach home, and it feels like an accomplishment.
lol, recently i had a dream that ended with someone shouting "christ is a teaching too" i really have no idea what it means, but i think i'm (finally) going to find out what this is about.
