When's the last time you did something for the first time?

some of us aren't creating right, or we're not creating at all. we're not subjecting ourselves to fluidity as an artist usually does, because we're not energetically aligned. we're not agreeable with the magnetic flow that the universe has to offer -that it has to offer to us all. we're just not doing right by ourselves, when we're forcing ourselves to create when we're just not ready, and to be frank with bob, most times getting "ready", takes longer than one is willing and able to admit. I'll take myself for an example, there are some things I need to wrap up. There are some things that need completing on my end, but in the same instance, it truly is complicated for me to be in that natural flow of being to give the goods a chance to stand on their own. A chance at freedom. A chance that's promised, and not breeched. even I have those moments when I'm not myself, and I'm forced to rewild myself. to reclaim myself.

Welcome to a new segment. A new edition to my night blogs, because words are seemingly less likely to be a nuisance when nighttime hits, wouldn't you agree? I wonder if anyone is grasping that nothing ever lasts. Even the good things have to come to an end, whether that's through absoultion, or parasitic maggots. I hope I'm not the only one looking for substance, with a head full of jacksh!t. I hope I'm not talking to myself, but if I am, I think I'm okay with that, because classics are often overlooked. I was gifted words to tell, but delving into the wrong portals tends to leave me expressionless. So if you're here too, if you're also up too, lets internalize Nyx's medicine, shall we. Nyx wants us to know that the dark can offer things the light could never give. The darkness isn't as selfish as society tries to make it seem, if anything flesh and bone, has done more harm than our fellow universal and cosmic beings. What do you want for

Your interconnectedness is trying to tell you something, especially if your days consists of random symbolisms that all seemingly align together, on a deeper and spiritual level. Things that are often hidden seemed to expose themselves in a silent way. The messages are always subtle to the untrained mind. It takes an explorer to want to dive deep, and to actually find some sort of depthness that makes the seeker want to continously do it again. It's been awhile since I've explored this deep, and since I've been thinking on a aimless level, I've actually been gaining some insight as to who I am, and who I can become -if i stay on this path that centers itself around curiosity. So let's be a spectacle within the universe for a day, shall we? Everything matters, while everything holds no weight. Light is often rushed darkness, and darkness is often hoards of light with an urgency to leave this lifetime behind. Darkness with no noise is basically reflection at

Welcome to a land where nothing ever matters, but is frequently survellianced. Welcome to a place where people gather around but no one ever speaks, or at the least says anything too incriminating, or anything at all. Welcome to a dark spot in a happy person's life, meaning to act sad on purpose if it means they'll get to live on another day, if it means they can go unnoticed, by staying under the radar. Welcome to nature's greatest individuals who's both artistic, and at the same time uncanny. Welcome to a hill that was never supposed to be as big as it is, or at least no one ever expected it to be as big as it is -today. Ladies and Gents welcome to freakin' SILENT HILL I feel alone, even with the good times, I often want to hide away. Most times my vortex is in tact, and then there are times when I'm talking too much. I'm telling horrid people way too much. and I'm always left feeling like half of me died. see, my hands are loving, but they qui