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There was never much hope. Just a fool's hope. ~Gandalf I'm not going to lie to you I don't have a plan for this blog, but a purpose does seem to be slowly emerging. I'll give my thoughts on this and that: maybe politics, a little religion, and talk about cultural touchstones that are important to me. Overall though I am going to be as personal as I feel comfortable sharing with the internet. This is going to result in some raw ideas coming up that may need to be cooked for longer, but I am not trying to write a perfect tome at the moment. Okay, listen up. Umm...You're a bunch of dirty misfits. But you're all that's left, so you'll have to do. ~Cayde-6 Writing is my passion and working on this blog has become a therapeutic source to me. I owe a lot to everyone who has read this blog; I don't know what interest first brought you here, however, I thank you for the time. Do or do not. There is no try. ~Yoda |
| Before Midnight As I write this, there is a half hour before midnight. I am listening to Christmas carols in Latin and am drinking the last of the cold coffee I have left. Truly I am living the good life. The start of this week seems so far away now, and yet I am in the same space I was in then as I am now. Scrolling quickly back to see the work I have done in the in-between, though, is a little uplifting; more written in a week than the last two months. In addition to the blog posts, I also wrote the best poem of my career so far. My writing has done well this week, and that is a small victory I am going to take after everything else this week. Second Cup the Same as the First For those worried about how late I am drinking coffee, let me assure you that my sleep won't be affected. I was one of those students in college that found coffee not to improve my ability to study late. I can consume a large Timms, pile into bed, and fall asleep in ten minutes. I know because I will text my girlfriend, and I will be fast asleep in the few short minutes it takes for her to respond. I am just glad for the flavour and grateful it isn't anything stronger. I wish she was here right now. Sometimes I dream about being able to hug her at the end of my day and have a simple dinner. She took this hopeless romantic and turned me into just a romantic. Memento Mori,  KS  ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |
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