umm Heavy eyes make for a dull brain, while the weather outside simply adds weight to my lids. I like the tranquility and
the dew from the vast gray skies. I think i want to take a nap. goodbye

Back from my poetic backstab that led to an unfulfilling nap, but a very satisfying rest. Tonight while driving home and listening to my favorite jazz station, I realized that I was not driving. All should get off the road, kara is free and loose and not looking where she is going. By the time i had arrived onto my pine street, i realized i had driven the entire way unconciously. Not once do i remember actually looking at the road, sterring, breaking, gasing. I could have been speeding, swearving, going to canada, who knows. But no, i made it home safely. Is it possible that i actually was very concious in the efforts but had some kind of time lasp where I forgot the evetns of the drive. After all, i have driven that pat ha million times and the memories of the road are already pasted into my brain from the past 100 times. So why keep this new one? I believe i threw it out. Although I do remember it beigne very peacful, very foggy, and very slow.

I read something today that i will probably paste tomarrow. The idea that freedom is inate, and the need for it is incesant. But the confusion arises when we experience fake freedom, one that has an ultimate result of confinement. Real freedom results in the free. So iltimately, we need to find and hold onto the ultimate actions of freedom....interesting...more to come
  ¶ 2:35 PM