Dear Reader,

 To whoever comes upon this page, let it be known that I will probably be very open to the point where it’s almost impossible to not know it’s me, if you know me in real life. The thing is, I feel like I have met and gotten to know so many people throughout my life. Some even just in a moment, maybe we only knew each other for a short time. Maybe theres an entire backstory in my mind of who I think you are.

You may have not realized this, or maybe you have, but I possess within me the incredible depth of human consciousness, as deep as your own if not more so. I have a few quirks that make me incredibly sensitive to emotion, feeling the depths of pain with an ever-persisting broken heart. I think Taylor Swift calls it the Tortured Poets Department. I’m not inviting myself to her club because that would be rude, and she is a pure magician I could never, like holy cow girl please never stop writing. 

It is our woe to write. To put down in words what is in our minds constantly. I recently started taking a new anxiety medication and I have never been so zen’d out. (?hello?) For once in my life my mind has found peace, stillness, and silence. I feel like a total zombie sometimes, especially when I’m talking to someone absolutely fascinating (you know who you are). This new brain is nice. And I officially have enough dopamine and stabilization to actually put these thoughts down on paper. At least, down on the internet. It’s for posterity, people love the juicy inner workings of another human being I mean, come on. It’s going to be juicy. 

I’ve thought about how I want the outline of this to be. For now, I am going to be posting my works in their original grammatical or verbal creational form. I have written works spanning over decades to post. I’ll add playlists if I can. You see, it’s an integral part of who I am. Music runs through my mind and veins constantly. I am a collector. I lost my music collection from 2016-2020 (ish) on apple, and now officially run on Spotify exclusively. Right now I’m listening to the song “Mama Can’t Help You” by Doyle Bramhall II. It’s a jazzy soul number with a base groove fade at the end. Go listen to it right now. I’ll wait. 


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