boo hoo hoo. Jojo would like to go home. boo hoo hoo. no one hear can listen...they are all attatched with no eyes.

boo hoo hoo. when will it be over? so much to work through and let go...so tired of letting go.


is there peace? My answer: probably no.


Goodbye.

the old world.

Often times, jojo looks up to the stars...and remembers home. There were all kinds of lights there. Beautiful ones. Green ones. Light yellow ones. The light became things...they would form into things. It was so very, very beautiful.

Then mom said I had to come here. so, i did. big mistake. people take things here. all the time. they think cause they are stronger they are able. some other monkies make up thoughts that say if you dont give back what's not yours you'll be in even bigger trouble mister! scary.

other monkies get real angry at themselves for not being able to stop others from taking what they have. hurts. sometimes their thoughts become real sharp and tough. deep and tough.

and other monkies are simply lost on a floating island floating to nowhere...always journeying.

will i ever get away from my feelings. My thought is no.

goodbye old world. you were a good one.

days of our lives.

Hello,

Today, Jojo realizes he does not believe in days anymore. He has lost track. All days seem the same to Jojo, why do they call them with such different names? Jojo is confused.

If Jojo has lost the days, should he:

a. Go back and put himself back into the ol' days system (the day of Mon, or the day of Tues).
b. Make up new days, ones that make more Jojo sense.

You decide, freedom bloggers.

Goodbye.

Hmm...interesting.

Hello,

Jojo just wants to give away kisses today.

*kiss*, *kiss*, *kiss*.

I like you. You are special, world.

Goodbye.

Big news.

Today, Jojo realized that there is no such thing that is all good or all bad. Nope. Nah Ah. It is not simple. There is no only one way. There is more than one way, there are many, many ways...Jojo sees now. Jojo sees that reality is more like a cube than a square. Cubes. Many. Many. Many. Cubes. Many Many sides at all one time. That go in-between and touch.


Go with Jojo.

Jojo misses his friends...the sun and the stars.

When I used to be an angel...


I used to fly to the highest mountain tops and say hello to the bright rising sun, "Hello." And the sun would sheepishly grin and say, "Hello" back. It was not wrong. It was right.

Dear Beautiful Sun, Jojo misses you. Jojo misses your bright smiling face with your beautiful golden rays streaming behind you. Why don't you speak with me anymore, like you used to? Did I do something wrong? Have I been a bad gorilla? I can change.

Jojo does not want to fight anymore, Jojo just wants to love the dancing humming bees and the sky flowers with the cool cool river music. He is strong, not weak. Jojo loves the beauty and he kisses it with his eyelashes. Beautiful river, will you not come and sit next to Jojo? Will you not let me listen to your beautiful song? I will listen. I promise. And I will not make fun of you. Not even a little.

In the name of the good gorilla who lives far far away in Heaven. Amen.

The walk.

Hello.


Jojo is pretty happy. He likes to talk long walks in the park and feel the sun going down. Easy. Jojo likes the smells. The pretty sounds, and the people laughing. Hahaha. Good.

Jojo is a walking animal. That is what he does. Jojo is happy, to walk. Amen. Heavenly Gorilla.


Goodbye.

Jojo has won the battle.

Ever since Jojo was a little monkey, he sensed things. Things were not the way they should have been. But, they were, and jojo knew it. Jojo could know it.

Now jojo knows other things. Lots of other things. Good things that feel realll good inside. And now Jojo is happy, to sing and to breathe. So, Jojo breathes. He breathes deeply and with the good clean air, he takes it in, all the way down.


And that's Jojo.