Coming into a greater time, dancing and prancing and prancing and dancing. If we would all let down our guards and see each other for who we really are the future may hold a chance. I would like to apologize to anyone I may have hurt for I can honestly say that I meant no harm. I don’t know where to go from here. Once again my writing is forced but I have a goal to finish this journal by the year 2000 and after that I will not be starting a new one. My talk is cheap and until I can play what I hear I shall withdraw my pen. Don’t get me wrong for things have been on the ups, that’s not the problem. My life is excruciatingly boring. There is nothing worth recording my fancy verses.
Let us take an excursion into the sun and vanish under the night of the moon. There is time left to be had for with the power of one word a dull verse can become strikingly beautiful.