11:42 pm. i don't know if it's too early or too late.

this site is new to me. i didn't feel connected to the world.

i think about things like that. i wanna be connected.

and intertwined with at least a few of the 6 billion people on this earth.

regardless, i'll always just be a speck of dust inside a giants eye.

i'm on this odd piece of machinery and i'm wrapped up in a new cashmere-feeling-blanket.

my hair is out in every bloody direction, and i know i need to brush my teeth. 

i feel like its too quiet in this house, and i want orange juice but i'm all out.

i wonder if anyone will ever come across these posts and think of who i am.

or if anyone would even read them. well, i think it's too late, my bed is screaming my name.

my name is Sawyer. these are my thoughts.