17th Of May 2020

I went to the old guys place yesterday, he almost forgot who I was, but then made it clear he didn't want much to do with me. 

Finished filling an entire notebook with dreams. Insane. I always think about how I could write them differently, because words can only say so much. I draw the space the dream happened in a lot of the time. Let's see. 

I wrote in my green (bio)leather dear notebook for the first time. I liked how it felt and I like what was written. I am writing, and therefor the words are.

No longer will I try to hold on to sands that I know not. For this is all sand slipping through my fingers. I will instead spread my arms and swim in the ocean of sands.