Found! Old journal.

So, I found an old journal...maybe from 7 or 8 years ago...some notes:

I would advise everyone to write with a hand-carved moose pen at some point. The experience is somewhat surreal - Dali in motion, "Moose pisses blue chit-chat".

...and later...

I have not yet
found my
words or wisdom to
convey - say.

Class has ended
too soon.
There is much I wish
to know,
but no.

I wade through
yesterday's consequences.
Tomorrow
I will dream of today's
fears.

Fear is my Shepherd
I shall always want.
I walk in valleys
and shadow
surrounded by unknown,
stumbling in darkness.

Doubt clouds my mind.
Do I believe or will
decide
to believe?
Join.
Convince yourself.

Ignorance is just
ignorance.

Bliss is believing.
No questions.