Dear Life,
I wont say that I'm back because I'm not so sure yet. It's just one of those times when my mind is pumping with adrenalin and I just have to put my emotions into words. Someone told me to write, and I can admit that I brushed them off and gave them no credit for trying to help me out, but now I think I'm willing to accept that simple advice. There is so much to tell you but I'm not gonna say a word about it. Its time to start from scratch and to replenish my mind with a new type of creativity and brilliance. I'm so satisfied and not ashamed of who I am. I think that was just something I needed to hear myself say. I love me..., but that arrogant, cocky, I'm the shit type of love, but the kind that says I'm worth it. "It" being something good and worth having... I could write about so much right now but honestly at this moment I'm just so happy to be back here, in this chair, at this desk, fingertips pleasantly meeting the keyboard again. I'm not at all sure who to give credit for getting me back here, but this is undoubtedly where I belong. To write is my air, and to exhale is to be understood. I'm exhaling now because for once in a long ass time I feel like I'm being heard and understood all at once. Without reason I'm at peace, I hear people say its better to have joy than happiness, I see why. Not everyone gets to experience it, I'm grateful that my words flow like rivers from my mind and drip onto my tongue as I speak. That sounded nice depending on how you read it. I really have nothing to say but thanks for waiting on me and allowing me to return no questions asked...
London
I wont say that I'm back because I'm not so sure yet. It's just one of those times when my mind is pumping with adrenalin and I just have to put my emotions into words. Someone told me to write, and I can admit that I brushed them off and gave them no credit for trying to help me out, but now I think I'm willing to accept that simple advice. There is so much to tell you but I'm not gonna say a word about it. Its time to start from scratch and to replenish my mind with a new type of creativity and brilliance. I'm so satisfied and not ashamed of who I am. I think that was just something I needed to hear myself say. I love me..., but that arrogant, cocky, I'm the shit type of love, but the kind that says I'm worth it. "It" being something good and worth having... I could write about so much right now but honestly at this moment I'm just so happy to be back here, in this chair, at this desk, fingertips pleasantly meeting the keyboard again. I'm not at all sure who to give credit for getting me back here, but this is undoubtedly where I belong. To write is my air, and to exhale is to be understood. I'm exhaling now because for once in a long ass time I feel like I'm being heard and understood all at once. Without reason I'm at peace, I hear people say its better to have joy than happiness, I see why. Not everyone gets to experience it, I'm grateful that my words flow like rivers from my mind and drip onto my tongue as I speak. That sounded nice depending on how you read it. I really have nothing to say but thanks for waiting on me and allowing me to return no questions asked...
London
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