How I long to idly sit and ponder at the questions of life so I can be able to come up with beautiful prose for my blog.

I haven’t blogged in a very long time; I haven’t the time or the inclination anymore. To be a writer, even a blog writer, you must sit and think. At least, I need to sit and think.

My mind has become like a beehive under attack. My thoughts are bees, buzzing from one synapse to another, urged by the promise of freedom and retribution beyond the walls that hold my grey matter. I can’t contain it for much longer, it will eventually come out. The valve has been turned, teasing it all, but I know it will eventually all come pouring out. I hope I’m ready for it, I know that at the moment I’m not.