I’m Searching.

It’s a long quest that has a lot of speed bumps and massive decisions. All that I can wish is that I choose the best way to deal with things to the best of my knowledge.

I don’t know what to write, this is so awkward. I’ve spent the last week everyday wondering just what my next post will say. All it used to take was just two seconds and I’d hit something worth writing about. It would usually start with some basic idea or object and I would let it blossom into its own genuine story.

I treated it as a class, and every night my teacher would give me a prompt and I would go to town.

Now look at me, I’m just sitting here on my bed wondering just what to over analyze. Well newsflash to myself, there isn’t a damn thing that needs such tyranny. Maybe there needs to be a recess from this morbid diary of thoughts and past events.

Just maybe I need to put it to rest and move on and just live life.

Failure will blink in the back of my mind until I find something to write.

Now instead of writing, I will post that days designs.