Thank you Thank you Thank you, you're far too kind

Ok. I'm back. Back here to talk to myself again. Social commentary psycho babble like the subway prophets of NYC. I am the lone ranger. The black horse in an empty stable - Just me, these blinders that they left on from yesterdays race, and this slot they gave me to rest my mind. Have you ever been talking to someone in depth about a topic for an inordinate amount of time, and all of a sudden you have this moment of self awareness, realizing to yourself I'm quite tired of talking now. I'll keep quiet and SHUT THE H#LL UP! That's how I felt with this blog. I got tired of my own musings. I got tired of expressing the trappings of what kept me charged. I first began this electronic scribe for me and me only. It was for the simple joy of recognizing the beauty of my personal clock that sits proudly on the wall of a silent room ticking away. So it is a bit ironic that I would hush my own thoughts for a while, or castaway the jewels I found precious, entertaining, and motivating. Whats even more ironic is how the saloon door swings both ways. I've grown even more tired of talking in general. Talking over the same subject matter - Love, Life, Career, and the pursuit of these three things. So from whence he came, he shall return. Hello my old friend. Welcome these words and the way I've used you time and again. Let me lay with you, let me play with you, and let me crave you like once before. Because I've done a lot of living, and i've seen things inspiring that you'd be proud of. So c'mon baby. Lets dance again.

Wheresryry?

Here I am baby...




shout out to yonks for inspiring me. Love your concept bruh, its looking nice over there. unilicious

Can I talk my s#!t again?...