*This, is a journal strictly for an open mind. One that's willing to explore the wonders hidden within the ambiguity of reading or writing. It is for a mind willing to take on thinking about the obscure mysteries of life. The ones that remain taboo to others.
This, is a journal where limits don't exist. Where worries of others opinions fade into non-existence, for you are in your own matrix right now.
This, is a white canvas waiting to be filled in with the strokes of your brush. A blank slate waiting, eagerly, to be filled in with your naked, non-societial conforming thoughts.*
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 11:53 AM UTC
*This, is a journal strictly for an open mind. One that's willing to explore the wonders hidden within the ambiguity of reading or writing. It is for a mind willing to take on thinking about the obscure mysteries of life. The ones that remain taboo to others.
This, is a journal where limits don't exist. Where worries of others opinions fade into non-existence, for you are in your own matrix right now.
This, is a white canvas waiting to be filled in with the strokes of your brush. A blank slate waiting, eagerly, to be filled in with your naked, non-societial conforming thoughts.*
I have this written at the beginning of my journal. I feel this should be at the beginning of everyones journal so they know there should be no limits to their writing.
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