I’m writing again. The for real kind with pages and chapters and whatnot. It sets my head to spinning, witnessing my own audacity like this. There is a voice in my head which tells me that I am a fool. That I’m as egotistical as I jokingly pretend to be, blind to my ineptitude, climbing to heights I’m predestined to fall from.
It is not a nice voice.
I catch myself having the oddest thoughts. Thoughts imbued[...]
