I don’t think I hide things from people when they say how you doing and I say OK because I guess I am, certainly on the social outsides.

but am I? I think I am but I know damned well I’m not. I have shit going on that I don’t know how to fix or who can fix or or

I don’t want to join the real world any more. The grown up world. For want of sounding ego it feels beneath me. I’ve had close to 2 years living in my own head and space and I have come out wonderful.

All these new Art things I do, they take time but shit ton worth it for the recipient.

I don’t want this wonderful creative POET feeling to go away and get diluted by the real world.

I’ll have to and I will and then I guess I’ll go back to writing angry shouty poems again and have to fight for and seek out the longer, more personal poems.

I even almost have wizard hermit hair too so couldn’t I just get fed by the local villagers and live in my cave of creation…with gigs obvs.