Escape Artists: Part one: (for real this time) the sunflower and the bee the adventure begins —(rule of three, trying ou to bette time mamamge —-Half an hour of homework a day, half an hour of writing in the owning an the evening half an hour of social plans —-whenever you feel make plans (try but only if u want to)

Eddie’s POV (twee inside movie, things finally starting to get moving) part one in the series —pov) setting up recurring charchtahters —-that are gonna again, be in the series as if this is where you go wheren real life gets to boring —escape artsists is just as real (magic ) 

The sun looked like a big sunny side up egg —that I was hungry for eggs.

I hated how fast the days were leaving by how the last few trimester I tried to get he magic going —to wirkte thease they came out sad, and disjointed but —-I’ve been feeling differently lately 

More sure

The voices, coming in, closer and more clearly gedion, max need them more then ever more clear —I dont need them but I want them I dont owe the world an explanation their mine their sacred I can feel things changing I can feel the world —-changing it doesn’t matter ——it doesn’t matter as much as you think it does, that shame, —-

The real of life will never be as exterioanry as my imagination and I dont care —I dont care what PEPOLE think —-I know I can feel their presence I wanna see them all the worlds out there waiting for me to bellow past the grey,our land of limits I know i can be one of the few who does it quiclety seeking them seeking the beauty beyond in my gods —-I can feel them and I want them to be more clear to bring less uncertainly less fear to come into focus us and I want them to guide me —-my imagination raw and real

Truth is—things have gotten real settled in here but I’ve been hungering for a magic the magic the wonder that I can feel in this town —-to wonder and get wisked away, and truth is, its only just begging.

I wrote along the inside of the leather bound book, trying to pretnd it was one of those magic sorrcsry books, on. The parchment paper with my ink pen, ——the kind I always dreamed of having as a kid tried to ge but perhaps did isnt have TEH a patience or skill to use with true ink to produce the effect of a true master of a siruorcer wintering in the old scrolls —-but now I’ve committed to things like that with much more dieictakion 

Writing with old ink

Time capsusesles 

Leaving love letters buying lockests for future loves, little chambers and chapels future hide outs and chambers in the country path ways to hide away in case the eorld goes mad again or I need to hide away with someone -to stash cash and —burry valuables in case things ever get bad, I buried some very important things in Woodstock no one knows about but me.

I think