Is this normal?
I'm thinking that I'm quite the opposite.
There are people that have read more of my writing here and can only glean a gossamer of tendrils of who and what I am in real? life. That was a weird sentence.
I'm much more than my writing, even though it's a huge chunk of my soul. I WILL NEVER NOT WRITE.
I WRITE ALL OF THE TIME.
Not as much as I want to - but I do. Scraps of paper. Jot down things in notebooks, write things on other peoples shit.
It's waves, baby. I'm not you. I'm ME.
I'm a fucking tsunami. I sleep. And then. I'm a fucking tsunami again. And then i'm the quietly lapping pond. AND THEN I'm THHHHEEEeeeee tsunami. The little tsunami. A mini-tempest.
I don't know you better then you see me.
I can't decide what to wear.
or get the fuck out of the water and stay on dry land
until another siren calls to me
Ahhhh...but you just made me write somewhat about you...