I’m sorry I’ve been away.
I wish I had something to say.
But I always want to be profound just for the hell of it.
The art of the self should be enough for us, you know?
Keep the critic quiet, she’s been at the wheel for long enough, let her go.
And just make a wish for yourself that you can stop being a user of that drug called doubt.
When it stops you from feeling, it’s time to get to get it out...