Here I write.

You should find this cute. The motivation, the monster poetry in motion.

Not sure if I’m doing it right, but I know this is what will keep me happy. How long can you hold on to the ice that has almost cracked to tear through your flesh? Little did I know that I was swallowing a double sided dagger. All it took was a moment of realisation. The hundred questions that popped in my head knew the pain of those six months, but I failed to still. I let it sink in me, I waited until my head relaxed. I’m not sure if this is right, but without it will keep me happy.

It has taken a while for me to settle down with a blog. Or actually, blog to me is a tiny place on the socially connecting giant, where I get to paint insanely and endlessly let my mind freelance, and importantly to celebrate the satisfaction of writing.