Hello world (wide web)!
It’s been a while – so long that I don’t remember the last thing I posted. It’s not even because I was procrastinating, honest! Usually, blogs start and its owner will have the nerve to stop posting one day. They start off strong, but the code eventually stops and you find the creator drained of any ounce of creativity, in the real world. At least, this is how had been in my experience with other bloggers.
Sadly, this isn’t my excuse. I’ve just been on many boring adventures. Mind you, way too many at the same time, and have rightfully earned the adjective or prefix, “triple-fried”.
I’ve had some kind of compulsion to write to release my overcrowded thoughts or converse with someone, specific to one person more times than not. The bane of writers is our limited capacity to remember certain streaks of inspiration or an idea easily lost to mundane tasks. Right now, I don’t suffer from this problem – rather, it’s the opposite. Every conversation I’ve wanted to have with someone else and peculiar topics of concern has firmly planted themselves where there is no place to hide.
Alas, I am back from a writing hiatus currently facing and early onset of symptoms which accompany a flu, that is, madness. Although, I may have suffered the effects of this so-called madness a few days prior to the awareness something was not quite right. Ranging from mental and bodily stress, impulses nothing short of stupid occur; taking four shots of vodka despite despising spirits and alcohol of other sorts, would be considered a bit mad, no? It silenced the voices in my head – not for long enough it seems.
Is there a case to establish my sanity? I am determined not to sound like the madman haunted by the old man’s vulture eye, however, the need to purge this feeling hangs over my head.
Have I already committed such a crime? Surely I won’t crack under the pressure and reveal a beating heart under the floorboards.
Send help.
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