First Entry.

Dear inannimate object.

Kaylee gave ‘you’ to me today, because she says I should have someplace to write stuff down.

I dont think it helped that I used the last one she gave me for mathematical equations, that when folded in to models of the first thirteen elements spelled out ‘Serenity’. I did that during one of my less lucid periods.

Hopefully, I can fill this one with more intellectually ambiguous material, to satisfy her when she takes a peek in three months, two day, and five hours.

River Tam.

Memories

its not in the spirit of the holiday

to lie and cheat and steal.

if you do they come for you

they come

with hands of blue.

made me a stone

so I swallowed a bug

annoyed Simon doesn’t mind now.

its not relevant

it dosnt matter

this isn’t home anymore.

wont stop, wont ever stop

they just keep coming back.

its time to go

Daddys coming soon.

colors, colors, all the beautiful colors are dancing

on my brain agian.

i can win this,

its only a symbol

doesnt mean what you think.

eleven. prime number. 

doesn’t matter now.

Simon thinks Im crazy

Im not.

my head just doesnt work right sometimes.

Im smart. I could be normal if I tried.

but I can’t

can’t make me

bird’s in a cage, doesnt mean she can sing.

you can’t make her.

her. him. she. he. it.

it. politically correct asexual reference to a object or subject.

no manholes, itholes.

holes. thought to exist in the fabric of space/time by many fractions, despite evidence to the contrary. 

have to go, Kaylee’s calling me for Dinner.

-River.

Yesterday.

Dear Inanimate Object.

Simon upped my meds again, so today I apear to be rather lucid and functioning within average levels during the current twenty four hour cycle.

I seem to be missing much of yesterday. Kaylee says I was painting, except I was painting on the floor. and the walls. and the furniture. all I remember is trying to get it out before I forgot. Poor Simon.

At least the kitchen looks all kinds of shiny now. I believe I find the mix of b