Just for now.

I often wonder why I pride myself on independance, integrity, and commitment. I look at my life through the lens of a biographer piecing together the tale of 3 million stories and interpretations. I dedicate myself to leaving behind a unmistakable trail of crumbs, each precisely followed by another creating a pattern that will unravel periods in time I would like to leave written down for Historians to uncover. I am dedicated to creating change, constantly re-inventing myself, my beliefs, but never my values.

I want to write a book, I want to write a poem, but my inspiration has been faltered and pulling from the darkest crevices of my brain has only left me this.