What could you do more of?
Hi-ho and hello.
Whhhooooaaa, I’m days behind. Sorry.
I got a minor Shakabuku the other day with a friendly reminder the my subscription for the site of DreamDarkStories was due in 30 days. A big oh s*** hit my head with an insurmountable weight and I had realized I’d completely neglected the totality of what this site is to be. I stopped my art, stopped my short stories, neglected building playlists by the dozen and seemed to have given up.
I didn’t, mind you, but I did at the same time. I starved myself of creativity and my raw free hand to creating something. I happened to find myself kneeling for lamentations outside of my control and laid heavy into medication.
I’m here now though, awake and ready. I’m trying to think of new things to bring to the table. Maybe an art piece a day. Poem daily, short stories again…jesus. I’ve really let myself go.
I’ve let my health take the helm and need to whip myself out of this.
Oy vey!
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning good night. I thank you for your support, thank you for coming back and again. May your nights be joyous cherries of jubilee and the days strawberry plumes of glory and light.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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