I lived my own renditions of these stories molding my interests and desires into existence on a small patch of grass neighboring the edge of a vast and endless valley tipped at the edge of a forest; inviting yet scary.
Before I begin, I wanted to say this is the longest post I've ever created and I'm really proud of it.
Sometimes my mind can't help but swirl, and I just fall.
But I don't regret. I have seen things that most will never experience.
Don't figure out what you want to be or what you want to do. Start smaller. Start with the simple things.
We all live in the light, the dark and the grey.
As if living has now finished and the prime of your life has blossomed, ignited, burned and slowly withered, wilting away into the sunset of life.
'But it could be worse. We could be... alive.'
Recently I was sent a message calling into question the reception of my blog and the writing I do in general. The gist of the message was basically no one reads what I write and I think, as anyone can tell you when someone calls into question the worth of their work, that its a… Continue reading Writing for writings sake
I'm in a stasis of memory, meandering through a web of life surrounded by walls of the mundane. Yet I feel like I'm growing, not in the spiritual sense but in a mental idea of adulthood.