So I have been sitting around trying to actually think and it's not working too well. I keep getting this glimpse of something about sensitivity and gentle spirits that are so sensitive that they don't fare well on this planet in human form. As you can see, I am having trouble formulating this thought into words. Mostly it's just in picture form right now. I just see gentle, sweet spirits, throwing themselves off cliffs into moulten lava to free themselves of the horrible world they have incarnated into.

Maybe it's because I dreampt of death last night, all night long. Maybe because I so wish that I could let go and be this gentle free spirit and the world I live in doesn't appreciate tender, loving beings very much. In fact, they kill them as quickly as they can find them.  Which is why I hide away. For some reason, I keep thinking I want to live.

I have to go open a car now. I am going to post this because I am certain that in my absence I will be booted and this will be lost if I do not post it now. But I will be back and I will attempt to work more on this thought later.