Hey freaks, I’m back. I know the site has been up for a while but it hasn’t exactly been running like it used to for oooooh, maybe 3 years? Who’s counting?! Well, apparently quite a few people actually (like 3) but nevertheless, they want to know where I’ve been.
The truth is I went/am crazy. Utterly and totally bat shit and it was the time of my life. No, not really it’s been hell. Sheer, utter mental anguish that courses anxiety through one’s veins like the crimson tide of life. I used to write because I just had to remove my thoughts from my head and it has always been my go to form of expression. But THEN the words decided to stay put and weave little worm holes throughout my grey matter whilst seductively ushering me to head for the treasure chest marked ‘repressed’ of which was quite the fucking wasp nest to be honest with you. I got to the core, as they say. My journey has not gotten all that easier since untying the knot as I still occasionally get statue frosty with anxiety but, it has certainly made the process of bouncing back a piece of non-shop-bought cake because I now know that all you have to do to be happy is to change your mind. But before you wake up, you need to know that you are sleeping. Do I make the sense? Most of us are trapped in our pretty little heads and guess what? There’s a way out.
Meanwhile, back at the Apple Mac, I haven’t been writing for shit. I wrote in my journal most days and I often scribble in my imagination but the desire to unleash just didn’t want to come. The words seemingly wanted to marinade for a little before hitting the appetites of others. And I wanted to get healthy in order to be aromatic with my frequency rather than toxic. It’s getting easier to tell the difference.
But also, I’ve missed you. No, really.