Well, I'm a human male with access to the internet.
I’m tuning my heart-strings so that they resonate with ease. Their state of decay has become out of hand.
To publicly display this sense of delight
The tense, never-ending battle of ecstasy versus restraint
Where have I stepped and left footprints behind? Do you remember me? The world is spinning faster than I can comprehend. I write without pausing; I hope that the words will reflect my current state of torrential self-doubt.
I pass by each face, each person, and each soul with damning judgment. Does it reflect onto me?
A week to reflect has yielded surprising results. The summer sun reviled itself in the corridors of spring.
I’m just trying to make sense of all of this nonsense.
