cogito ergo doleo

Sitting in the dark, letting the air of many fans wash over me. It dries out my contact lenses. But I can’t hear the air moving or the noise the fans make over the music pouring into my ears from the very phone I’m typing this on.

I have been trying to pour my writing into something other than this, my personal and public blog. I have a need to be more than just verbose but creative.

I can’t shake the feeling that having an ability, a talent, is a responsibility. A contract you’ve unknowingly signed to use that to make things better for yourself and for others.

Maybe I’m just crazy.

❤