Enough with the instagrams and reblogs, it’s time to get back to my grassroots of writing. I can only abstain from something for so long until inspiration hits me like the unsettling reality of my graduation. No more school, or courses to take, but now bills to pay and student loans to repay. I can’t say I miss school just yet, but the yearning of education is still in place. Accumulating knowledge and creativity is what I still need. 

Although I am not a poet, or a journalist, I would like to think I write with a passion of intimacy and an unrelenting hope. I never know what this blog has become or will be. I can only hope that it can only lead to more opportunities of something, somewhere, or beyond my imagination. Maybe this can lead to something. This can at least be a figurative memory album of my internet past. 

Hopefully from now until the end of the internet, this will still be here. I will still be here.