Man, I need to write more.
Scratch that; I just need to write more on here. I write loads in my journal, for Genii, for the YouTube. I write on paper and I write letters and I write. Just not here, in awhile.
I have this thing that I do well. Perform. Over many mediums.
But it hits me so hard that it has become the only thing. Relationships, normalcy … those have been sacrificed to the hunger, to the Art.
Heartlessly, I don’t (seem to) care. There’s this thing I do well, and it is the ONLY thing and I just want to keep feeding it.
But I could write more. Here.