You ever just take the moment you have to jumble down words that give you enough of a draft sketch to create a masterpiece? Then have it called plagiarism? I get real sick and tired. Listening to the hum of ignorance. Low enough to leave sludge on your soul.

Reigning down from above the middle class ceiling; a simple place. Most visit, very rarely, do they choose to stay. Theres nothing like the beauty before the storm. My only regret, is that I have none. The lessons I’d learned, I am content with living them.

Don’t get me wrong – I’m definitely choosing the highway in the next life too. These soles craved fresh pavement. I’m going to finally show how comfortable I can be in a space full of strangers. Share my light with the world, at my own pace that is. Thanks for stopping by, I am just happy to report, I’m singing again.

written by Just Rant Already