All the time I think about things. Just random ass thoughts about whatever. Good and bad times.
Happy and sad times.
High and drunk times. (I could use a good J and glass of Malbec, actually.)
Love and hate times.
Basically, just thoughts. Lots of them. At least 50 times a day.
Thoughts that take me to places once seen. And others that I imagine to have been and want to be in.
It's so fucking random. I'll catch myself smiling to myself or clutching my pearls.
Life.
Life is something.
Sometimes I compare my life to others. Then snap out of it quick and thank The Almighty for the one I've been blessed with. EVEN at times when shit is bad. Micheal Jackson, Bad.
SMH
Anyway, even while typing this, my thoughts trail. How's that for focus, huh?
Welp! I guess this is my Welcome Back to the creative writing world. I have tons if shit to say. I may as well share it. Even if people don't really give a fuck. LLS
Ironically, I don't either.
Eh. Happy Friday the 13th!
