It’s been awhile since I’ve written and I realize I’m accustomed to writer’s block. 1,000 posts y’all. That was my brick and I finally didn’t know what to say. Through all the weird shit, compelling, maybe even tranquil, and some really good poetry I hit a goal. And it felt like making a deal with the devil. I’m near penniless at the rate I thought would keep me on a chain link to funding my life. Medicated fool.

That’s alright.

It feels like sharing it in here is where my misguidements lead me back to somewhere knowing. Knowing and strange.

I wrote everyday like it was nothing then it was finito and it felt like my personal life went stagnant and silent. Breathtaking in the ill form.

I hope in all my resilience, this will be the next task.