Parachute

There.  I've done it. I've begun to type.

The fear of failure is a powerful thing.
Fortunately for me, I have nothing to lose by doing this and I've somehow overcome the main hurdle.

I started typing this two months ago and the above lines are as far as I got. And ironically this is because as soon as I began typing finally, something came up and I had to leave my laptop, after which the inspiration was gone.

I’m here now somewhat because I’m flowing with inspiration and somewhat because I need to talk to someone who understands me

So far I’m the best person who fits that description.

I have no toxic thoughts to battle through this time

No this is more of a popping in to say hi

Wondering if anyone who is out here and reading this blog feels anything from the words I type.

I don’t do this for anyone but myself

I don’t do much do this because I want to but because I need to

My mind is like a pot of water boiling and spilling over occasionally. These occasional spills are what  you see here.

I never know what they’re going to be until they happen and I’m never disappointed with what I see

I hope you feel the same way reader

My next post will be a poem I think

Adieu

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