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Cold Wind

Here I am once again waiting for that centerpiece of my happiness. Its strange how quickly caught up it almost all seems. Lifted up by a strange and powerful wind. Its almost as though I tumbled getting here. Crazy to think that its already May. Two month of this racecar chasing game. I am truly ready to just hold a moment and breath. How do you prevent something from going too fast without killing the natural momentum. Truly a challenge to think over. Sorry for typos guys. On a shitty phone making this post.

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Success!

I had this great idea for a story a few years ago and started doing a ton of research. It is still much underdevelopment and I probably wont be sharing exactly what it is that I'm writing unless I personally talk to you. Since I've moved around so much lately I've been having a very hard time finding the little books I wrote a years worth of notes/research down in.

I have been tearing apart the contents of almost all of my boxes and pretty much panicking all over the place. I am happy to say that I just found all of them and a sketch book I was looking for. Today is a good day.

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Thoughts

I crank the music up. Something about the way the rhythms beat against my ears sends a shiver up my spine. almost as though I've become apart of the notes themselves. A voice pierces through the soundwaves and I find that I am lost in trance as my fingers dance around on a keyboard. I've always found the ability to type and look away one of my favorite skills. Lost in the trance of a beautiful song and just listening along, moving my fingers in motions. Motions I make almost every day. Sometimes I don't make them enough. I can't determine why. Why is it that mind wonders so heavily when I am utterly alone with nothing, but the keyboard. Nothing except the words for comfort?

I keep pondering what I am and why I am so determined to hide myself. Do you know what hiding does? It makes you feel pressured and makes you feel like everything that makes you who you are is falling apart. It makes your entire world fall apart. I keep getting asked why I continue in such a broken pattern. I can't even answer. I don't know... I really cannot figure out why I continue to follow the broken promise.

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Hey guys my first podcast ever just went public. The audio quality needs some work, but I am really excited about this new venture. We are gonna be doing this every Monday, Tuesday and Friday. Go check it out guys and give us some feedback on what you think we can do to improve!

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Story Blog

Decided to add a little story blog finally. Keep track of little story ideas as they come and go. Linked that to my main blog. Only good things can come form it right?

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The Talks Between Zeleth and Me

So, I play World of Warcraft and I met this guy named Zeleth in the game and he just so happens to be the guy that I am talking to right now. He told me upon becoming friendly with him that he is very well off and comes from rich family. I honestly don't give a shit about all his fancy things that his mommy and daddy bought him. I think our friendship came from delighting in fellow activities like frolicking through dungeons and other such things. Having odd conversations after hours probably helped. Zeleth decided today that we should skype. Because something about Gorbish, intrigued him enough to be all like look at me and my $50,000 couch. Which honestly was more like a loveseat and who the fuck would pay that much for a loveseat. Now he is yawning at me, like he has that right. to just yawn in my face like a douche bag. I'm literally just typing things out to see what reaction I get from him as I type them. He hears my clicky clacky from typing and makes odd faces.

Well that is all for the odd talks between Zeleth and Me for now.

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Breaks Are Needed

Sometimes I drift away from Tumblr simply because I need a break that I don't realize I needed. I just ended a miserable relationship with my ex girlfriend and I started to just cut myself off from everything and everyone. Its been almost two months and I only recently realized how much I had stopped doing things. I'm fixing these things now. Getting myself back into the habit of being, purely waking up and being apart of the world once again.

Though I am rather wounded by the events that conspired in my last relationship I know it will take some time before it will all heal up and I'll be able to stand tall and be proud of myself. Well, honestly though I'm never really proud of myself as people like to think I am. I am mostly just here. Existing in the world in which we all choose to live in. I am just more saying that I will make actions again. Live and breath outside of the shell and walls I put up to hide myself away from the pain. A simple thing to do, but so hard to escape from. I'm sure there are others here who know exactly what I am rambling on about.

Well I am attempting to be back now after two months or more of hiding away from the world. I'm heavily working  away on my book and making much more progress than I ever did before and I'm rather excited to get this far in a book once again. It does make me smile so. Being inspired by someone who cares about your well being may also have an affect of some sort on me. Can't lie that when people care about what you are doing it seems to have affect on the things you are working on. Who would of thought?

TL:DR

I'm back, sorry I was away. Working on my book.

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YAY!

I will soon be employed! As soon as my background check comes back! I will never let myself be unemployed every again.