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I Don't Belong Anywhere

I'm adrift, floating goodness or badness knows where. Physically - tedium, if surface is all there is, but surface is not all there is.

There's a thing called astronauts, they go up into space.

There's a thing called psychonauts, they go into the inner space. That is what I do, and what I procrastinate doing, it's always something to do, and it's what I'll do even when I'm not doing it,,perhaps even more so.

Glazed doughnut or not, a psychonaut hovers past and through and by and so on. It's wordless, it's incommunicable, it's full of Freudian slips, and Jungian negligees.

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Jeffie · 46-50, M

Thank you so much Wind! And the bright can make it so much easier to clean up too, you know where things are and thus can be prepared for company if any should wanna come over. In the synchronistic way, I'm guessing here, running it past you, that many things can happen at the same time that if relayed in an imperfect way would be of a cloudy stormy nature, ... and yet it's not only the surface, like what, but how and in accordance to time.Blahhh, haha, I laugh in order to brighten up:D