Sometimes I feel like I have lost myself in the consumerism.
Some days I feel like having an aneurism.
The person who is typing this verse isn't the same as before.
One year apart as the lack of creative writing has dared to implore.
I want to tell him how much I want him to be here, my past self.
His naiveness, his curiosity for a world unknown at first.
Unaware of the lows and the lowest,
only centered in the goodness of ignorance.
Bless this heart of mine for having the life I worked for.
One of these days this hard work will pay off and so much more.
Here's to hoping to get back to creating stories from the comfort of my favorite toy.
Back with a neutral mind and my heart beating with joy.
Bless the day I return with a slow week,
with nothing but a soft tune and the cranking of my gears
Here in my bubble making ideas happen, making them mine.
Feels good to be here, feels good to be alive.
