And they read...

I've decided to transcribe my personal journals into the Tubez... There are three main ones, the Dreamer journal, the 'book of love', and the skeleton journal. I've no plan how to do this, i'll just transcribe entries as I see fit.

This is the first thing that I wrote into the "Book of Love" undated-

...And they read, and they laughed- They scorned his writings as non-intellectual, hypocritical, and nonsensical-
But they didn't understand.

He laughed at himself, with himself and for himself. He knew that nothing mattered, as he knew his writings didn't... Even though they meant everything to him, He knew to everyone else it would all be gobbledy-gook, unintelligible gibberish.

He Cared Not. The writing was his salvation- the EXPLANATION, the all-important explanation for life, for living,... Without that expression, he was nothing. - Oblivion in a shell.

- In His world- He was God. He was all. Not arrogantly, not selfishly- but in order to save his heart, and his being- he had to become his own god-

And so, he did...
He did.
He was.
He IS.

And ever will be, in spirit,

                          His own god...