Cause I'd Like To See You Often, But I Don't Need To See You Often...

    As of late I have had the compulsion to write. What to write I can never be sure. Of trauma or of someone finding their soul? Of existence or of other's finding you not to exist? Everything I write conflicts with the previous story in my little notebook.

As to how to write?
    That is another thing that brings uncertainty. What is there to a story that makes it complex; that cause intrigue? Why do people read a story? Do they feel a bit of themselves in the writing? It all starts with a single word and ends up in some other place. Much as these posts do.
    I distract myself from writing these days. Telling myself that I am accomplishing something. That somewhere people are yearning to read my writing. While, at the same time, I repeat that no one wants to read the ramblings and choppy sentences of a twenty-some-year-old with no real knowledge of the world.

Knowledge of the world.
    Makes me laugh every time I think of it. There is a part of me that wants to say I have lived so much more than most people will in thirty years. That means I have ten years on people. Ten years I am squandering if this is true. Wasting on pointless projects that will bring no real value nor advancement.


It has been too long.
Animal Collective - Grass
Electrelane - Saturday
Don't hesitate. Just listen.