I know there’s a saying that if you only worked on days where you felt like it, you wouldn’t be working much, and while that might be true, I think I owe it to myself to be genuine. Sometimes I don’t feel like writing, and I make myself write something, anything. When in reality I should listen to my inner being, and not write. I hate writing some bullshit filler just to say I wrote something. Nah, I’m done with that. I can say that everything that I’ve been posting lately has all been genuine, I’m proud of myself. Trust me, I know folks can read when you just doing to do. I want my craft to be respected, because when pen hits paper I want you to feel every fukking word!

Writing has saved my sanity. Writing saves me. It gives me clarity, especially during those times when I don’t know my left from my right. When I’m doubtful in who I am, I write. When I’m feeling neglected, I write. I fall into these mini depression spells, when I start to thinking too much about the future or the past, I have to remember that writing saves me. I don’t always upload everything I write, because at times, Its just jibberish, its just me putting pen to paper. But for my inner being, when that pen hits paper, its as if my mind is being massaged, all the kinks being smoothed out, and I can finally relax.

Thank you,

Tristan J.