halfway through my isolation, withdrawn from the world, left to my own thoughts, left to my own rise and demise, left within the confines of my unbound mind, left hitting a wall and left going through it, left, right, in and out old captain mission is sowing the seeds of tomorrow, casting a line and trawling the multi-verse. nature is my window, the grass, the trees, the cool breeze, the animals that adorn the land, the simple zen like day that pass.
yeah peace has arrived.
i filter through some papers and find some pages of a novel i was working on, a strange dark story, an awful tale, a true story. it's really time it was told.