Monday, March 14th 2011. The travel is worth the time by the way that's a very good song. If I could only shut the spinning off the spinning that keeps on in my head chances. I believe in taking them. Risk I believe in taking those too. With easy disappointment I have began to give up on these necessary ingredients in the quest for happiness what happened to me. The scared scar me as I in the bubble of protection around myself look but don't touch because if you do I might crumble and fall the pieces right there. Freedom. Is the feel of a Chris Marsh breeze piercing through my hair on the boardwalk in New Jersey. It's the warm raise of the sun beating through the passenger seat of the Nissan and lending on my skin. It's the constant motion of the gravel on the side of the road waiting by with the reality that there is and I'm here. Pleasure I'm getting lost in a good song. It's sweet