After a good length hiatus, I have been in search of me, my creative style the pinch of restless reality that I needed to flex my creativity into the bloomed mega structure it is now. I see things I didnt see before. Things that maybe no one sees. I have found creativity as a whole food, life, clothes, writing, everything. Life is fun again, sometimes you have to let go of the seriousness that consumes you into a expungent critic of yourself, let go and live a little. Make every moment a champion adventure or the preparing for one. Make sure your gratitude is up in league with your other hospitalities. Thank even if it isnt warranted!
Be postive always and for ever in the last month I have seen negativity forcefully take the life of so many close to my person. I adorn music now more then ever before. Right now i fill the air with Wagner-Die Walkure. You at some point have probably heard it, The Valkerie! I have begun collecting literature 100 years or older and so far amount the number to 80. Edgar Allen Poe what a wicked genius torturous soul. Then again maybe he did it to him self with the mass doses of opium he took to get to his creative poise. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle holds my mind in foreverness with his cunning sidestepping of words to the point exactness we dont seem to have today.
Just playing with writing style some more... Night all and namaste!