WorldOfCurls

Oh my, it's been so long since nostalgia kicked in. I figured that I should have a sudden explanation for my absence, although it might not be the most logical excuse, I ask you to bear with me. 
          	I've grown up from the fantasy that was my enclosed childhood, and frankly the idea of creating a world of lost romance didn't appeal to me, and yet I still went along with the plan that I had no intention of keeping. Although, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it, on the contrary I couldn't stop myself from doing it. I'd been writing all my life, and yet I only signed up for this website to achieve the lowest level of fame possible. Yet, I found a spark in what joy I'd cracked. It was a mystery, and as I began to experience the raw emotion that was humanity, I stopped isolating myself and leaned to poetry. I've had a few accounts that will forever be disclosed, and I plan to keep it that way. But i learned that you shouldn't put yourself on an imaginary pedistol and provoke yourself into writing things that didn't exactly "fill the gaps." I do believe I owe everyone who's been reading my selection for a little over two years now an apology. I'm genuinely sorry that I couldn't continue, but I have future plans for myself. A few of those include writing, maybe even a bit of musical inclination would soon evolve. Who knows? And alas, I shall end this on a lighter note and simply say these two words: Thank You.

WorldOfCurls

Oh my, it's been so long since nostalgia kicked in. I figured that I should have a sudden explanation for my absence, although it might not be the most logical excuse, I ask you to bear with me. 
          I've grown up from the fantasy that was my enclosed childhood, and frankly the idea of creating a world of lost romance didn't appeal to me, and yet I still went along with the plan that I had no intention of keeping. Although, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it, on the contrary I couldn't stop myself from doing it. I'd been writing all my life, and yet I only signed up for this website to achieve the lowest level of fame possible. Yet, I found a spark in what joy I'd cracked. It was a mystery, and as I began to experience the raw emotion that was humanity, I stopped isolating myself and leaned to poetry. I've had a few accounts that will forever be disclosed, and I plan to keep it that way. But i learned that you shouldn't put yourself on an imaginary pedistol and provoke yourself into writing things that didn't exactly "fill the gaps." I do believe I owe everyone who's been reading my selection for a little over two years now an apology. I'm genuinely sorry that I couldn't continue, but I have future plans for myself. A few of those include writing, maybe even a bit of musical inclination would soon evolve. Who knows? And alas, I shall end this on a lighter note and simply say these two words: Thank You.