The Capacity to Live and Forgive

For the first time, I am writing from home. It is so unbearably cold tonight, I continue to rush the gate, in silence. Don't be so shy. Find me effortlessly. Maybe you are someone who no one can turn away from without spell deed. I just have priorities in my schedule, but I never mean to be offensive. Ideas are not complete in this space. No economy at all is the reality. Being alive and writing is quite the semifinal for all university. They will have to start teaching, ACTUALLY. I use my therapist as a sounding board for the insanity of that society. Maybe there is some actual taping going on. Just try to listen ONCE and then write a synopsis of all important ideas and creativities. Living out loud is the someday of today. There are no mistakes, only a tune from Rob Thomas blaring in my headphones as I write. Create with me and a new song will drip like the blood from your neck today. Physical pain so severe, I scream, vomit, and almost pass out. I will remain young and creative in my craft after that. I start all over every day. Man of steel, meet man of marble industry. You are definitely outdone today. Why don't you do it all by yourself, like he does, for a change?