Time passes as we take hit after hit…
I won’t dwell on it… it’s not mine to take the burden of. Yet I feel the depth of sadness and weight from knowing of events that have taken strike at a dear friend. Be it feel from a real heart or one of ghostwritten wills - I’m here to offer my own heart and energy with open arms and ears.
That’s my piece upon that matter; again it is not my cross to bear and I would not even start to understand the pain she feels without experiencing it myself. For me to drone on would be asinine.
Of personal focus; summer break is filling my days with less writing inspiration and more sunburn. Less Sexy Abs with more Ice Cream and Iced Tea. Thankful of a fairly unruly metabolism that enjoys burning on high, but that doesn’t power the mind apparently.
I also am strikingly aware just how truly grotesque the blog design is. It’s a fight of struggle where I have not found the design that I want. I also need imagery to include which comes primarily from an artist who is not as fortunate for summer breaks and unmarred self-esteem. So imagery must begot design - when I have the imagery and design I like.. I will fix the obvious flaw.
In due time… for now my eyes grow heavy, but my urge to tell the masses my minute statement came first. Sleep well all my readers, my gazers, and passers by of this blog.
May your bust atone slow breaths as you fall into slumber as I am.
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