an unbroken stream of time.

the days bleed into each other, formless and alike. grey days followed by dark nights, with moments of sunshine interspersed lightly in between. so many thoughts jostle each other for position in my brain, deep thoughts, insightful thoughts. too bad the only thing that reaches the surface is "can't sleep, clowns'll eat me" and so forth. i want to write, i want to be productive, i want to live my life. instead, i do what is required of me and hope things will change without my direct participation.

i need an outlet. things are accumulating too quickly, and i don't know what to do with the excess. must flip through some books, get something organized.