i’ve decided i have no bloody clue.
All I know I stumbled upon this side of cyberspace because of my love for reading. Then the raw emotions got me hooked and eventually found myself narrating my own.
I do not want to admit that I am writing to escape, but I do find myself here whenever I am jubilant or experiencing inner havoc. Maybe it is an escape. Or an expression. Or just plain boredom.
Thus my “what is this about” reads:
the metamorphosis of every experience into literature. my haven when life gives me the middle finger. the chronicles of simple cosmic events. a witness to every orgasm. for all intent and purposes, this is a story of my life this is what will bring me back and somehow will remember me by. this is where i will bleed and heal. it will be manic and depression evil twins combine. --- i have labile spontaneous erratic thoughts and emotions. i have occasional thought salad. it will be i, me and myself. so consider yourself warned.