A sailor and a gypsy walk in to a bar…
I haven’t really written in a while or had any motivation to do so. I hope that’s how creativity is. It comes and goes like a mood or the tides in and out. Usually it’s just because I am unsettled in my life and stuck in my inactions.
It never feels like a slow spiral downward either. It’s more like the worst roller coaster at six flags…”Eh it’s not that bad, it’s kinda fun, then WHAM your giant waffle cake is purged from your stomach.”
But, so is life. A purged waffle cake that you know you shouldn’t have eaten anyway.