Does That Give You Comfort to Step Outside of Religious Emotional Feeling’s And Activities?.
No, it makes me uncomfortable. I feel I am missing something. But I know it’s the meds and their side effects.
Well. You Aren’t. For You Are Alive. And Life is a Promise That You Will Always Be Apart of The Universe. So Don’t Fret. Don’t Worry. Don’t Lose Hope or Focus. And Stay Strong!.
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Day of The Living Ghost Diary Entry #0.7)
- A Dancer Spoke. In The Dances. The Gathering of The Eternal Flowers. She Spoke And I Was Puzzled. I Never Heard a Voice Whisper Like The Gentle Breeze Before. She Was Almost in Tears And I Handed Her a Lucky Four Leaf Clover. I Told Her, ‘Sit And Rest For Awhile’. She Denied Me For That Rest. She Regained Herself Smiled And Told Me, ‘I’d Rather Dance’. As Was Once Said, (By) Thom Yorke, ‘All For The Best’. Although The Dancers Are Beautiful, The Sun is Asking For Some Company. N e Hoo. Wish Me Luck. . . . . . .
Day of The Living Ghost Diary Entry #0.8)
- The Sun Hid. The Sun Said Hello. The Sun Blinked. And Time Slowed Down. I Found a Dragonfly And a Lizard in The Garden. The Lizard Was Eating Snacks. Almost Cleaning Little Creatures Who Have Passed Away Overnight. The Dragonfly Softly Landed on a Beautiful Flower And I Watched Him/Her Rest. I Quietly Asked as The Sun Chuckled, I Asked The Dragonfly, ‘Would it Be Okay if I Touched One of Your Wings’?. The Dragon Nodded And Said, ‘That’s Fine’. So I Slowly Reached And Tapped His/Her Wing. And The Dragon Leapt Away!. The Sun Smiled!. It is Now Time to Meditate. N e Hoo Wish Me Luck. . . . . . .
Day of The Living Ghost Diary Entry #0.9)
- The Scientists Have Entered into The Arena of Synthetic Coded Language Tests Once Again. I Have One More Pathe to Travel And Will Find a Sense of Pattern Ease Under The Blanket of Stars Tonight. Lights Flashing Years After The Wine Glasses Tipped Over, Out of Comfort From Long Days of Endless Turmoil. But Those Light’s Are Jus Flashes of Memories. The Reasoning & Purpose Mirrors Justification. And Sometimes There’s No Meaning. At Least, None That My Tired Eyes Can See. I Once Read Three Scrolls, One in Irony. One in Candlelight Feeling’s. And One About The Beginning For Every Being. But!, There’s Always a Time And Place. N e Hoo Wish Me Luck. . . . . . .
Day of The Living Ghost Diary Entry #1.0)
- The Grid Was Brightly Coloured. Fascination of What Seemed Without Reach. The Simulation Allowed Friendliness. I Regained Focus During The Intake. One More Coin. One More Potion. Fairies & Hearts. Spinning Circles. And a Painting of The Living Sitting Before Thine Eyes of Helplessness. The Rose Spoke Softly. And I Followed The Wagon Back into The Depth’s of Hollow Mountains. Lushtaflurriah’s Still Sleeping, And Hours Awaiting Before Me. Before The ‘Mad World’ Hunt. Although it’s a 50/50% Chance of Fate For a Pouch of Coin Gifts. A Slight Bit of Tender Touch to Follow The Narrow Pathe. I Continue to Listen to The Wind. N e Hoo Wish Me Luck. . . . . . .
Day of The Living Ghost Diary Entry #1.1)
- The Odd, Endless Void of Bright Eternal Beauty in of The Night. Like Raindrops Singing Dreams Beyond Scenic Daring Comfortable Dreams. No Search Somewhere Here, The Door Hidden Among Locks And Keys. The Dances Sleeping With The Hopeful Soaring Creatures. Underground Unable to See Flight. Here The Curtain of Written Symbolic Imagination Rests Without Need. Although The Melody Hears it’s Heart Trust. It is Time to Find Meditation in Loving Memories. N e Hoo Wish Me Luck. . . . . . .
Why could it be worse and why be it bad at all? Do you view it as a gift or curse? 
(Dx Sz)
Perhaps Drink The Endlessly Breathing Ocean?.
(OR)
Breathe The Eternally Drinking Sky?.
Day of The Living Ghost Diary Entry #1.2)
- Cryptic Stepping Stones. Building Diamond Blocks into Pyramids of Perfections Gentle Perspective. Like Snakes Swimming Among Restless Swords of Championed Peaceful Joy. I Spend Clocks Slightly Awake. Seconds Grasping The Reality of Flesh And Bone. Seeking, Not Seeking?, Bringing The Painting’s of Vampires to Their Original Homes?. Where Does That Leave The Haunting inside Mirrored Wander?. I Will Try Understand The Momentary Bliss of Guidance. N e Hoo Wish Me Luck. . . . . . .
I resonate with the ocean and my soul aches to be back on the shores and breathe in the waves but my body needs the air only sky can quench my thirst for.
It’s a beautiful conundrum.
Wavves~ ‘King of The Beach’. (Album/2010). 101/10.
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You’re never gonna stop me…
(Lyrics to the song) 
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