My mind continues to wander to the places where a brigade guards their entrance and they are powerless. How can my curiousity be censored by my own self. Is it trained or forced or coincidence that where it attempts to go are headed in the same direction that I as a physical being want to go to. Places where normal is abnormal and the world is waiting for me. Places I feel from within pulling me and hear screaming for me and see waving to me. Places far from this room I sit in now. How can this mental wall stand so strong that I am unable to find my way around it. I need these places. I need these journies. And I need noone to stand in my way. Selfish for me but selfish for you.
9/20/o7
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