i’ve been writing for long, deleting for longer. the artist roadbloacking art. it’s not a good feeling.
i like these short little windows into someones home of thoughts, collection of memories. it feels
real. if you’re reading this or you’re not – i’ll keep writing, stop deleting. i’ll make something good,
something that lasts, anything. maybe i should put more thought into these… or less.
more seems good though.