My thoughts on 3-10-94:
I fail to find the joy that keeps me toiling day after day after day. Crouched behind a desk. Ear pressed to a phone. Eyes glued to flickering pane of glass.
All the while my heart screams from within my breast. You want to live. You want to see. You want to try. You want to sail around our world, experience your one life -- know your own freedom and live your very dreams!
Yet the mind cowers with responsibility. Hides behind priority. Softens in obese comfort.
And my soul deadens in mediocrity...
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