sleepless

One Track.

Its hard to absorb how much I go on and on about how much I love everything. Like, who am I? All this silly, giddyness, bubbling over and its sort of making me kind of nausous. Finding peices and putting the puzzle together is overwhelming, feels great and needs to be put out there. I feel like I should change the subject, find something new or a bit of that old aggression that I thrived upon to put into this. Not to compare myself in anyway to real artists, but it seems like all great art is born from pain, heartache, destruction. There isnt any of that in my life anymore, dont get me wrong, theres no way I would complain or change even one thing. My tests have been acomplished and Im still here, the fires that burned my soul have been quenched in most ways now and I know I deserve all this joy and the peace Ive finally found. The fear is the cencorship on this site, that I cant swear, or really talk about most things like the adult bookstore I worked at for years. All the encounters that never fail to make me smile. So sticking with