I found this thing on crumpled paper I wrote during my hospital stay earlier this summer, apparantly about the piano we had on the unit.

Salt, pepper, turquoise knee knocker not a gentleman, making a point. I aint sat down with it yet but there's a piano in the ward. O excuse this. They call it The Unit. There's a piano in the ward but we have not yet met. The path that I've been walking, it gets warm, more so, and yet, only cold regret. Your picture at the window so it reaches my pleas before my prayers reach the lord. There's this beautiful girl in the ward it's just I can't remember more than the curls in her hair. But her ghost is there. WHITE, checkerboards, the sky round the moon deep dark blue. I really blew it - should have just done it - just a few more cuts and voila! Well papers signed and I  should be home and not stay long enough to stroke this piano in the ward.

since I last wrote, after I got out, I've had klonopins added to the Zyprexa prescription I already take. Can't say it's done much more than make me addicted. Though I do feel more.. reasonable. Still feel crazy, but vaguely better at dealing with all the noise. Anyway, just an update for those who have read my entries thus far.

Peace to all of you

-christopher

PS - since this is my third time posting on here, I dont feel like an asshole re-directing you all to my myspace music page - for anyone who might want to find their peace in that way.. myspace.com/trumpeterswanmusic ..thanks and feel free to befriend me and download the songs.