::Sometimes i feel like i'm walking on a tread made of steel. Some call it a wire. I lean slightly towards the right. I lose balance, plummet into the face of the world, it's mouth is open, i fall through that. Some call it a bottomless pit, until they hit the ground and realise it's them that's bottom less now. Solitary confined by boundaries unseen. Some call it strongholds. I call it NS. But you can call it whatever you like. I just think NS relates to me more.

The rains not helping. I'm getting moody which is a symptom of a man in dire need for clean fun.

Well, i'm getting tired... lack of sleep. The words of brian houston fill my head. "There should be no lack, but an overflow!"

Do i make sense?::

.:I blogged on 1:25 PM:.
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