ink, revisited

(everything old is new again)

I admit that I have been afraid. I have been so many dark places in myself as of late. Conversely, I feel that I have come so much closer to me. All of these things I compromise and ignore for convenience have lifted the shades from my eyes. And even if it doesnt matter to most, it does to me.

So many nights I’ve spent, popping tops and contemplating fate. Sometimes you can almost believe someone is listening, since youve learned to answer yourself so very smoothly. I dont think it bothers me so much anymore, it is more a fascination with emotion, thought. Those delicate circles of words that form somewhere between the pen and your laughtertears. I am energized by the pigment I use to transcribe these lines, and it is etching my soul by the minute, by the syllable.

I have discovered that I can live without many things. My ever evolving extro-introspection, however, is mine. I will not let it be adulterated by skeptecism and ridicule. And some will never understand.

But I will share, my friend, if you desire it to be so.

But you have to listen closely.

are you still listening?