With Wings Spread Wide

“…and with wings spread wide he travelled into the forsaken land and it was never same again…”

Good eve to all. I’m sitting here in my room. Moving between writing this entry, watching the Matrix, eating a homemade sundae, handwriting an ongoing story, and reading a book. I can hear my sister and her friend playing around with my violin from her room. They had asked to borrow it an hour ago and I said yes knowing that my sister had a few years experience playing it and her friend plays guitar, so they know how to handle an instrument. I’m not exactly sure what I intended to write about, but here I am. I’m feeling a bit better than my last entry, but honestly not by much. I guess because not much has changed. I’m still frustrated by work. Not much really seems to go my way. But I don’t feel like going into detail so I won’t. Things at home are about the same. I really can’t say I’m doing much better. Only thing is, I think my family is starting to notice it and it’s scaring them. I don’t really give a care if it does or not. To me it just seems a little too late to be noticing my inner darkness. Part of how I’m feeling is probably my fault. I want things I can probably never have. I’d better go, there’s really nothing else I can say here right now. Beautiful dreams to all.

Damien

“…the cultivation of the mind, the body, and the soul, and we must always cultivate the soul.”