I started a journal back in May of 2011, it was just a way to get my thoughts down and spend time reflecting. Little did I know it would turn into one of my favorite hobbies, as well as having it’s therapeutic attributes. Consistent at times, along with duties of life I always came back to it; now it’s over 2 years later. Just a word doc. simply titled My Journal (If anyone wishes to go find it) for me it’s a journey through time, taking me back to that day or period. Rediscovering what I was into then or what I was obsessed about and how it’s mostly irrelevant now. My favorites are the good times I wrote about, words trigger fond memories, Language, the infinite time machine.
So today for the first time I will share a journal entry, it is jumbled but it is pure. 95% Blue Meth #Breaking Bad. (had to) Maybe you can follow my though process.
Here it is……
Each day it rains I am thankful, for it was a good day, sick but not to bad, food is always good, Concert of decisions I made the right one, fun music, fun people, crazy to see all those people at bay front, it was the place to be. Rainbow falls was epic, jumping and swimming made me feeling shitty. Climbed so high in that tree, at least 40 feet up with only branches to hold on to, boy what a rush, Found 2nd bay surf spot in Puna, I like Clint he is a good man, Picked up a hitchhiker named Cody, he was working on a farm in the Woofing program, he’s from Denver. Had some real Hawaii surf finally, landed a clean air super stoked. Can’t believe it’s almost October, days soar by gentle and fluid. I was born to love you, I was born to kiss your face, I was born to rub you, but you were born to rub me first. Chevy. Transitional thoughts cloud my thinking, directing it towards filthy waters, cris cross, I’m all turned around, sleepless and hungry a platform emerges from which sure flow of though is achieved, Words to evoked, evoking trees to be trees and waves to crash around me as if I am the center of all that I understand. Distractions are my enemy, today was unproductive and productive all the same, it was a day that I will never get back, it is real to think that all life is a end, No because we have multiple emotions and in the end to judge which did I have more of, the good or the bad, will you be objective.