here it goes.

I was well on my way to making the big bucks when I said fuck it.

as the cool kids say YOLO. it’s time to get my hands dirty. so here we are. thoughts keep swirling through my head + I feel like i’m drowning. they need a home. and, I feel as though these words that swim from the sky to my brain + from my brain down the length of my arm + from my arm all the way down to my fingertips are here for you. they’re not really from me. they’re from outer space. they’re from the gods. they’re moving + i’m just some silly vessel. i’ve got my net out + i’m just out here catching words like butterflies + dreams. if something I wrote speaks to you I think it’s meant to be that you read it. it’s not for me. it’s for you.