While a nameless woman sleeps beside me, in this strange group home, I peer through eyes (to me) that are brightly. Yet, when perceived through another lens, it seems as though what I see is perceived darkly.

Surrounded by opium tea.

Sworn off my oxycodone antidepressant.

I still desire power, enough ..

To keep making music. To keep fighting. To keep finding new connections.

And,

I never stop.

Another journal entry,

Another written report for the NSA to scan over.

Either way,

I'm just doing my thing,

And.

I don't give a fuck about the consequences.


BLS