Dec. 30, 2003
So here my day starts. I guess I should be lucky to be here, sitting at Starbucks away from my world but it seems that all I can do is be engulfed in my own unpleasant tortures. My mind is not away... it is in a prison, but only one that I have created for myself. Their is quite the calmness here in this city, I am just not with it. As my fingers flip through the of pages of "The Beach", I imagine myself as that traveler in a world within a world.
No more nonsense... Get up and go, quit the babble...explore...