I've thought about it a lot: I just want to live far away from everything. Insert the cliched insult to a cliched idea, but, I just want someplace small I can call my own, a friend mentioned today that "a home is the ultimate canvas," I sit here, in my little bedroom in total agreement, staring at my blank walls. Sometimes, I fear I've got more to say than can ever be conveyed. I've considered marking my room off to the exact dimensions of a prison cell, and only utilizing that space. I need to be confined. I'm going to let simplicity beget happiness this week. No more complications. No more worrying. I laugh as I write this but, I know I can be the sunshine.
Simba: "I'm working on my roar."
