The Error of My Ways

I can't explain why it makes sense this time. I have been told the same many times before. This blog needs to change or be shut down. It has gone from a sort of journal to a narcissistic egocentric pessimistic rant of desperation. And somehow I had myself believing that it was healthy, but then, was it? What good is it to complain behind the backs of others, and who would want to read that? The answers are obvious and somehow I've missed them. I will not go back and edit out what I have done, but it is a mark of shame to me now that it is finally seen by my eyes. I promise you that I shall try to improve what I write, and if I cannot, I will stop. As for the moment, I will take a break. A long break while I decide if I can write here again and not fall into the same cycle.

If any still read this, I thank you but I also personally apologize. You have been handed some of my heaviest personal daily baggage, it is ugly and it stinks and that is not right of me.

Until we meet again.

Musical?

The other day I had a dream. Over the course of the dream the entire speaking part was comprised of a set of rhyming couplets that complemented each other to create larger sections of musicality and rhythm. The dream started with me in England for some reason. Later in the dream I found myself sleeping in a graveyard waiting for someone. I ended up staying there so long that the seasons passed and I grew a long beard, but then people came and took me away with news about something.

Now I know this is quite vague, I can't remember any of the lines myself (but they all did rhyme and comprise parts of a greater musical whole based on my location) but it was great. Craziest dream I've ever had.