depreciation they claim

inspect

I've been terrible at updating. My apologies.

My English class is over, I miss writing. I never thought I'd find something else to do in my free time, but oddly enough, I have. It seems when we don't want something we usually get it, and vice versa.

I've taken to art recently. I've always seemed artistic to myself, but I never thought of myself as an artist.

The feeling is much different than writing.

With talking to you, or the notepad, or no one, I'm just alone with my thoughts. It's lovely and awful and addicting and many other things, but art is different.

Painting is quiet. No thought or refracted inflection until the piece is complete.

While split long this to you, I'm constantly running my thoughts in a loop.

Think
Inflect
Reflect
Mirror
Twist
Think
Pause
Delete
Inflect
Reflect
Note
Conclude
Produce.

All for a mere sentence pattern 7, which is incredibly and nearly unfathomably simple. But you all have concluded that simplicity is not merely my strong suit, or at least I hope you have. I'm never to the point.

If it seems I'm "wishy washy" you're reading it wrong.

The reason I'm never direct is because I like talking in circles. It's something I can do with written word better than spoken.

I wish I spoke as oxymoronic as I write. So, formally colloquial, it's almost comical, the contrast.
It makes me laugh at least.