AFROGRUNGE

Lately, it has been hard to find time to post on here. I thought of typing this out and instead of thinking it away, I found it best to log on and do it in the first 5 seconds of thinking it.

It is 10:07pm, I am slouching over my pink table in this one bed apartment, filled to the brim with our old 4-bedroom house stuff, along with my work machinery. My fingers are wrapped with cello tape because my knuckles hurt from using a scissor all day cutting fabric.

This was about time, I am happy to a certain level about this - not having time-, because it is a sign of following a dream that is or has come true, and now upkeeping it has become a habit. A paying habit, a fruitful talent, a currency forming vision? yes? That.

A 5 second thought, made come true, much like my time taking dreams.