Seeking

I am in the process of moving and during my mad and obsessive packing spree last night I stumbled upon a bunch of journals. I read for awhile, pausing in the land of super ego. Then I found a lone page that did not seem to belong to any journal. I don't remember writing this page but it is clearly my writing. I think I must have thought I was pretty cool.

Jan 20 2000
My gallant love, absorb me.
Saturate in my fantasies.
This metropolis I create for us to live and play in, will not exist without your belief.
We can rearrange the streets and stores. Delete the ground or sky.
Abolish speech. Do away with grief and sorrow.
Perhaps, no city at all.
How about a mountainous labyrinth?
Children will be the most respected deities. War will be a color, not a concept.
If signs existed they would display phrases like "The world is your oyster."
You and I will be monks.
Addiction will be just another word for limitation. Nothing and everything will be acknowledged as one in the same.
Come with me, my king, my love.
Saturate in my dreams
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I often ask myself, as that's the only one who will listen; How is it that thought is contained between the the parameters of what is called the brain? Confined in a thought prison designed by it's own fearful and limiting creators. This prison, often called sanity, is chaining the mind perpetually.
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