I did say that if I had time to write something I would. I have not actually had much time on my hands, and exams are looming in the distance, but here I am, at 2 in the morning. I guess the cleaned and rearranged room has inspired me, and I am awake, so why not? Either way, staring out of an apartment window down to the cityscape and the lights alone is probably enough incentive to make anyone want to write anything at all.
I have recently been more inspired to write more expressively, which generally means it comes out in poetry, and I haven't had the energy to throw together any prose, so I spout poetry. You can check out some of that stuff out on Dear Life, a lot of the other material will not be posted, but if you want to read it, feel free to ask. Again, the tradition of an audience of one is extraordinarily overwhelming. I have little or no news on Taya, other than to say that it has not yet been continued, but not to fear, in time it shall be completed.
I really don't have much more to say, I am tired, it is late and I am speaking to, well, myself, which is wonderful granted, but I catch myself rambling. So without further adieu, I wish thee a good night.
Cheers!
~B
