I have been given some incredibly opportunities lately.
Or rather I am more aware of the opportunities in front of me.
There’s some cool stuff going on and I will elaborate at a later date.
Other stuff:
I wrote a song.
I used to write songs more often and share them.
Now I don’t.
Here is a poor attempt to explain my life in prose.
Hold still.
Oh tis’ the easy season.
A home being built within my arteries.
With the fireside and candles all but lit,
I will finally rest my weary soul.
Find that place to sit.
The mice and mantle clearly in plain view,
The contents of this home, clearly big enough for you.
I sing and rest my head.
Hope to God it’s true.
Most of all it’s you.
As I find the warmth of luxury that I cannot afford.
My laughter shall return. My laughter shall return.
