tunnel

How did we get here…

And where shall we go?

I’ve kept myself away. The places I’ve been to mentally are out of this sphere.

Thankfully, the writing has flourished and flowered some new and interesting sounds, placing myself at the foot of the Creator and creativity.

I wish I could go away and test out whether or not it’s just my environment. Maybe these bouts are pulses letting me know this isn’t my last leg, but it could be soon.

Sorry if this sounds like some novel on existentialism.

I have a lot to say, it’s just a matter of what medium would be best to relinquish it through.

Thank you for listening.