The Age of Not Settling in Love

Follow Me In The Age of Art, Love, Dialogue and Dexterity

My inner thought process towards the later hours of the night is as followed, “My thoughts are running faster than I care to keep up with at the moment. This incessant chatter in my head seems to not know where it starts or ends, a continuous loop going seemingly nowhere. You need to write, why are you not writing? You need to write or I am going to keep you up to the wee hours of the night.” I grabbed the closest thing next to me, my phone, and proceeded to key in all the thoughts in the form they came to me, unclear and fragmented. It is not until I had downtime that I had the chance to sit and actually decipher through all the pieces and conform them into one concise thought.

Ordinarily the strangest things come to me in the middle of the night. Those hours right…

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