Dear Diary/ def notpoetry but its still fun

Still going strong on my new adventure. Seeing good results. Seeing new horizons. I hate the sense of lack. What is that? Gardens brew, money currents, food improves. What puzzle piece am i oh Lord? The smell of clean crisp air with perfect temperatures. Shit accumulates even as a minimalist. Time to thin the stuff, it can weigh down. Organized is its own power. Focus, i haven't seen much better than Focus. Books galore, the mind expands. The moment, the moment, this is what we have. This is what i have. You can not take from a man what he does not possess.