STOP IT GET THE FUCK OUT

ɯ ɐ ı ן ן ı ʍ

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD

ɯ ɐ ı ן ן ı ʍ ʎ ɐ s ı s ɐ o p

YOU ARE NOT REAL

ɯ ɐ ı ן ן ı ʍ ן ɹ ı b ʇ ɐ ɥ ʇ p ǝ ן ן ı ʞ n o ʎ

ɯ ɐ ı ן ן ı ʍ ɹ ǝ ɥ ʇ o ɹ q u ʍ o ɹ n o ʎ p ǝ ן ן ı ʞ n o ʎ ǝ ʞ ı ן ʇ s n ɾ






Lassen Sie keine profane 
Hand die
 lebende Arche 

des Gottes 



berühren

Pinch me...

I saw her Sunday.

It was just for a few second, but I know I saw her. 

She was standing, holding someones hand. Except it wasn't someone. It was nothing. She was tightly gripping nothing with her left hand.

Instinct kicked in.

I jumped out of bed, ran outside my door.

But no...I wasn't in the street.

I looked around...the tall men...

they were as black

as ink.

Each had a never ending maze of arms, carrying thousand of faces...

They faces began to fall...each one of a different child...

Was I dreaming?

No...I felt the cool breeze hit my face...I heard heard the mourning of the faces as they each hit the ground...

I took a step...

and now...

I'm here.

mädchen













mann

Log #8

"Those who have compared our life to a dream were right.... We sleeping wake, and waking sleep."

Dream:

Nothing again today. Or at least my journal's page is blank, which leads me to assume that I didn't remember my dream. I fell asleep...I think?

Note: It's pretty early here. Woke up today, and the first thought that popped into my head was the girl that went missing from the train wreck. She looks so happy and carefree in her pictures that are scattered throughout the town. I heard that they sent out a small search group around the parameter of the crash to look for her. I hope she is alright.

Till Tomorrow,

William

Log #7

"For a dreamer, night's the only time of day."

Dream:

No Sleep.

Note: Had a rough time falling asleep last night. Blank page in my journal.

Till tomorrow,

William