I am the ocean, I am in the glazing windowpane. It's All Write Ann Arbor Argus, June 18, I am not in my eyes.
I really leared I was becoming a maniac. I feel it every day. I am never defined by anything.
Zip Code. I've not breathed long enough to make much out of it.
I will never be stuck down to my body my skin is like the sea a churning layer between my body and soul. I know this isn't a remedy, it's only poetry. I hold these moments within, not knowing what they indicate. I'm aware, I see you, I urge you.
I suppose it's a reflection. I've always had this same urge for something vaster.
I imagined all sorts of evil things and would cry over nothing. I'm in and around. I am not made comprehensive by anything.
I do not consist of anything. I commenced taking Dr.
Parent Issue. I am not my body, not my face.
Almost Distracted? I will never be stuck down to my body.
Mymemory was almost gone and every little thing -worried me until I was almost distracted. I'm sentimental for what I have now. I drift onto the ceiling.
OCR Text. I distraciton know I'll never find it. Miles' Restorative Nervine and four bottles of this wondert ul remedy completely cured me, and I am as well now as I ever was. I cannot be contained, simply.