No need to make false promises and say that I’m gonna be writing more often or anything like that. I just need some space to trash all these thoughts and I figured this was the best storage facility.
All good things come to an end and here recently I’ve been considering ending a few of those myself! However I always hesitate and stop myself. Which conjures the questions: Am I committed to this journey? Or have I served my purpose already? Either way, am I ready for the endgame that is enacted down each road? Claiming to be ready for ANYTHING is truly a great way to egg all over your face, so obviously I never truly meant it whenever I said it . . . But with so many good things occurinn over the horizon should I make room for them or try and squeeze them in?
I guess until then I should get a bigger room. Two major photoshoots in two months, dying patience for these magazines, decaying patience for false financial prophets and a boiling hatred for the hourly pay rate I get for the work I do. Well obviously I’m holding on to what may seem to be dead weight, but is it really dead? And can it truly be that heavy?
The questions seem vague and the answers aren’t in the ironic status of being clear. I’m human, yes, but this agony of being lost is a mutant. I need a cape.
La Demiurge
