I am still.
Feeling as if things will never change. Suffocation. I need change like fresh air.
I need it. Really bad.
Like a fish-out-of-water, son-in-law-needs-alibi.
Like when Aslan claws off Edmund's dragon scales. Like painting white. I need change. Oh.
I need less. I need a change for less. I dont know how to say it. I am feeling it.
And change hurts me too. I wish things were like two Christmases ago. But I would never have things the way they were in my conscious mind.
I promise I'm not doing drugs.
I promise I'm addicted.
I've only painted white for the last two weeks. Only white. eeeee
white.eewhite.wwwwwhitewwhitee.eeeee.wh.ite.whittteewhite.white.ee.
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im enjoying the new fish picture.
keep it up jesse.
burn the tree. name it "the future"
wasn't it eustace?
White is ever changing...
the White
clouds against the deep blue
sky
transform with the wind;
Sometimes bunny rabbits,
sometimes dragons.
?What gust of wind(breath) is changing you.
Love you.
~Sam~
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