A Poetic Whirlpool

Well, once again it's been a while since I've posted here, but it's a shorter time than the time before last...so that's good I guess. In relation to what you are reading, understand that it is less for you and more of a way to push myself in a controlled direction. I'm good at keeping everything in my head and never telling anyone what I'm really thinking. At times I do want to say what I'm thinking, but my words seem to stumble as all my thoughts come crashing out of my mouth (or fingers) at the same time. I think writing out certain parts of my thoughts might help clean up other areas so they can flow more easily and freely. While keeping a journal with paper and pen might be more personal, I feel posting something like this on the internet may help me be more open with people. I don't know, we'll see. If this is all deleted in a couple week, then you'll have the answer.

For now, it's late and I'm exhausted. This is a small beginning, but at least it's moving forward...slowly...but moving. Off to bed.

A new blo--...wait...what was I doing again?

 Wanna know how much I procrastinate? This afternoon I started to write this blog, but then I wanted something to eat. So I went into the kitchen, but couldn't find anything to eat...so I cleaned the kitchen instead. I finally finished and came back to the computer, "No, seriously, I'm going to write this damn blog...hmmm...I need to find music to inspire me". I then realized I had spent 2 hours skimming YouTube for some music..."NOW I'm going to write something! ...wait...I haven't played guitar all day. I need to do that." and as finished playing guitar I was like "I should make brownies. That sounds really good."

Now the sun has been down for a good 3 hours and I am just getting around to writing this. The problem is...I seem to have forgotten what I was going to write about. It was going to involve music and I was extremely passionate on the topic, but fuck it...I'm gonna go play video games. Glad we had this talk, blog. See ya tomorrow...