Why am I here?
There are layers of reasons I’m here. And by here, at least at this moment in my writing, I’m talking about here as in – on WordPress, writing a blog that I am not intending anyone else ever see. Let’s start with the easiest and make our way on down the list to the more tender of reasons.
- I’ve got things to say, and sometimes, no one to say them to. So, why not say them to me. And, maybe, you.
- I need to create a little space in my mind. For so long I’ve spent each day marching down a highway of my own creation that uses tactical tasks for mileposts. Through all that creation I’ve lost my creativity. I want that shit back.
- Sometimes the B sides are the best songs, and the same goes for memories. I can feel my B sides slipping away. This is a glorified diary. A selfish endeavor, but I can’t help but be motivated by the memories I fear to lose.
Why are YOU here?
To find a bit of me through my words or my art?
To find a bit of you?
Take what you need.
We’re all just average humans here.
Average Human 