Void, Homelessness, & Dreams

 Who am I talking to here?

I'm writing for no one to read this shit in this endless internet void.

I write to remember cause I'll forget, but couldn't I just keep all of this in my head?

I have no idea what compels me to use this thing...even after all this time.

On another note, I might be close to getting a new place, so I can get off Christian's couch.

I never wanted to go back home. This is good news.

I really needed some good news amidst everything that's happening.

Hate being homeless.

This is like the 3rd time in my life lol, this can not become a habit.

I keep having strange dreams, day & night.

I want to know what they mean.

Feel so stupid that I gotta do this, but after I post this, I'm going to google "How do you pray?"

I take that back, I am an idiot so looking info up isn't out of me.

I'm going to pray for a sign cause I'm tired of making fucking mistakes.

This doesn't feel right,

Not like putting your shirt on inside out...

Where you can still kind of wear it in public and get away with the mess up.

This is more 

like your shoe being on the wrong foot:

My natural balance is off

and

I can't fake that this shoe fits well, so I'm walking around impaired.

And everyone can see.

But when it comes to my me and my life, 

no one's really paying attention.

There's not much left in my heart 

and

there's lightening in my brain.

I'm gonna go pray.

Later Days, Longer Nights