Just for tomorrow, drop the filter.
I want to write again but my choice of words have become so functional, too pragmatic to be an impetus of any kind, even to myself. That inner whirpool has been replaced. I have yet to decide how much of it is for the better. Maybe all change is for the better because its evolution that's instinctive. But how much of instinct is good again?
So much for that new years resolution to write again anyway. Still working on it Snuffs. In the mean time, there are always other people who can and do better than yourself to draw from.
