TIME TO STOP LOOKING OUT THE WINDOW.

I miss so many things.

Like taking photos like that ^

I don't do anything any more.

I've become so, fucking, dull. 

Shit's about to get relatively mild.

Yeh, seeing things from different perspectives is great.

Even so.

I really miss that familiar feeling, that connection, when people perceive things in exactly the same way that you do. 
When people agree, and understand, I guess.

When that happens, things will begin to look up.

I'm back.

I don't know why specifically here, but it just feels like the right place.

And I do what feels right. Regardless of whether it's right or wrong.

Idiosyncrasy, unusualness, old habits and all that shit.

I stumbled back upon this blog and read through a few posts - I realise that they were mostly ridiculous, pretentious and almost attention seeking(?). But anyway.

They seem a lot further in the past than they actually are.

I guess that's because a lot has happened.

And because things have changed.

Change is wonderful, as long as you don't forget who you are. 

That has happened to me a little bit recently.

Got a little bit lost.

Everybody gets lost. 

It's finding your way again (sometimes in new completely different directions) that makes it all worthwhile.

Anyway.
Enough justification.

Not sure why I always try hard to justify everything (I do that a lot).

I just remembered it was nice to spill a little bit of my brain out somewhere.

It's good to release. 

It's good to spill.

Not milk though.

That's just sad.

Oh, and I also like fitting a few words to pretty pictures.

Oh yeh, um,

Take a risk.

Nothing feels real at the moment.

I don't know what my mind is doing any more.

I don't know what's genuine and what I'm making up.

I feel... detached. 

I miss feeling like this:

lost

This Does Not Exist.

Whe n eve ry thing is lone ly I can be my own b est frie nd,
I'll g et a co f fee an d t he pa per , hav e m y o wn co nversa t i o n s ,,,
W ith th e si dewal k a n d the p igeo ns an d m y wind o w r efl ection ,
T he mask I poli s h in the evening by th e m orn ing l o o ks

li k e

s h it.

Is

t h is

_r eal?

Chapter 2.

Lone Wolf

The End.

I'm moving onto better things.

I hope you enjoyed your stay.

A hunger for conflict, chaos and destruction may take you in interesting directions, but in the end, it's not worth it. Manipulation gets you nowhere but hell. And doing things when they feel right is not always the best way to go.

But remember, life takes you on many adventures, some turn out wonderful, some leave you soul-destroyed. But take them all, learn from them, never forget them, and live your life.

Take a risk.

Yours truly,

Ben Galvin.