i wish i didn't love chips

[reflections scrawling pieces whatever]



sometimes there is a ton of insight and it flows connecting whirling. wherever it stops or leaves off it picks up elsewhere. my dreams have been faraway adventure thick deep. i am reminded when i come near my pillow the sparks bright light up for a moment and i am keeping trying to see this place i went. i saw the sky last night. it is almost melancholic in the manner feeling empty lost reaching for that moment trying trying to remember then the wind takes my hair pushing it against my face and i am here in this moment that moment the memory lost for now. the rain came the air was even nostalgic today reminding me of when i first came here. everything always reminding me of something or infusing in some sort of way. today the clouds made lines within themselves the day passed slowly extended my horizon seemed expanded. wishing can be so many things. but there is the connection it is there the proof of it's presence laying in the air.