surfaced full of cold sore throat as usual. hot. i,m thinking ive gotta move.. make changes.
its time. freedom beckons..set my mind to thinking of the world..wide expanses..
ive done my time in here.. locked in a prison cell. half of it of my own making..not any more.
.
just outside the freedom river runs..everyones out there having a grand time..
ive said all this and it,ll not be soon..

but its in my head..thats where everything begins.. with a thought..
it,ll be anything but easy..i,m used to challenges..its the only life i know..

and the spooky stuffs started already . i,m not doing anything.. not guilty your honour.
its comforting all the same, the words n actions don,t always equal the feeling, mixed,
but ignorance is sometimes bliss..

1st march tomorrow i said id llike to be in the cathedral for my birthday,
i,ll not make it cos its not long away.. but its on the cards..