Journal Entry (10/21/2019)

That you go about your own solipsism everyday unaware that they are shadows of yourself, or, what is not processed about them lingers as parts that you cannot visibly see and so, as a result, the shadows projects something larger onto the surface; their activity seeps in instead of being totally recognized, up front and communicated. that they are just unnecessary facets breeding excessive forms of energy that you somehow believe it is plausible to cope with while being totally yourself by the minute. Quietly. Secretly. Deep down. You are alone and words have lost much of it's luster. Their is no escape from blackness as this space grows bigger. It is a trap and you are it's prisoner.