moved

so we have moved houses, we being me and dinz. im now living in an attic. its quite exciting. 53 some street. i was planning on writing some stuff, but now feel convicted to do some work.

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sometimes i get worried about work, ever since i got back from my trip overseas i have been feeling restless. i was hoping with spending the first weeks ish back sick, that i might of died down. but generally, internally, im on fire. i always get visions of stuff from the trip, random memories. enough to make this sitting at a desk uncomfortable. so anyway i sit here, at a desk, at the top of cuba street, in the capital of new zealand, wellington. maby its my soul that is stiring. that no longer wants to be left at home. im not sure if writing helps, i guess it does a little. i dream off, and this page is left here…

restless again

im feeling weird, a little nostalgic, a little emotional. a little more and more like i shouldnt be here at work. i have been spending a little time with mel, but i havnt been able to stop thinking about her recently. somehow i feel like a greater love has been poured down on me and now is filtering out through all my feelings. like everytime i pass through brooklyn i cant help but love it. and feel love. the old memories of 185 ohiro. the pain of remembering times so good. of knowing they are in the past. the bleak now, i feel so restless, like if i keep on this path i will explode. all i can do is thank God for what he has given me, and where i am being lead. i must just do what i can. for this second, i think that means stopping writing, since this is getting me no where, on to work now, to do the little i can, hopefully for some greater good.