Her Mental Endevour

Oh, how I dream of never being in your presence, When you fart your noxious gases. Or when your feet are really smelly, Fogging up my just-cleaned glasses.

But, even though I say these things, I’ll always be by your side. No matter what the consequences are, I’ll be there when you cry.

When you cry with laughter, You’ll light the room up; Even when it sounds terribly goofy.

Or when you cry with anguish, And your world is crashing; You can always come up to me.

Are you a friend or an ally? Please don’t answer me just yet. Feel my tremors with your trembles, Filled with lust and fast regret.

So intriguing, so new; I took a chance, a bite.

I haven't been blogging on this tumblr for a really long while now. 

This may have been because of laziness or a creative block - most probably laziness. However, excuses or reasons do not change anything. I screwed up.

I'm sorry, internet void, for not dumping my creativity into your being; but I'm hoping I have changed into a more appreciative blogger.

While looking at my original tumblr page, I realised (again) how redundant it feels to just reblog everyday. I'm not really showing my personality, thoughts or reflections. I'm just showing I'm an introvert that is obsessed with food and games and funny situations. 

I'm not saying that's a bad thing (maybe the food obsession is) but personally, I don't think it's getting me anywhere when it comes to discovering who I am and what my calling is in life. 

I'm not a patron of the arts, I don't study literature and I probably don't have the impressive lingo that the many composers of our time have - but I do know how to write down my thoughts in an almost-logical fashion.

I'm going to take this blog and turn it into a personal journal. It's not the most original idea but it works. I originally created this blog to show my 'skills' in creative writing but I ran out of creative juice and ran back to my reblog tumblr.

Now I'm back! Hopefully, for good. The style of my writing will change because, let's face it, the past pieces are too formal to match me.

Readers, I want to introduce myself (again) -