depreciation they claim

Black bottom

Boy is spring time busy for me.

It's been torture having to ignore my thoughts that need to be put on paper, because now that I have time in at a loss.

I don't want to write of love, or adversity or advice or pity or loathing or anything. I want to write simply because I've got the time and enjoy it.

I've been avoiding most everything but responsibility which is usually the opposite for me. Putting off time to myself and hobbies had been crucial in maintaining order in my schedule but taxing on my mind and well being, as you could assume. The winter was much more comfortable.

Time alone to write and think and question and assess and be alone with no thing to do at all but be. It was lovely and overwhelming at the same time.

My relationship with myself is silly.

I'd like to start letting you in a little more to my brain. Do you remember me speaking of the void? Yes, we will soon make our way there.

Together holding hands so we aren't lost in a limbo of unconsciousness and detrimental space...