Every so often I get into these moods.
That’s when I write.
I don’t like forcing things onto paper.
It doesn’t feel right, so I just wait.
It’s almost like a reward within itself. Waiting for that right moment.
I wouldn’t say I get inspired to write, but sometimes my heart gets full and my mouth won’t work.
So I write.
Being an adult is so complex. I wish I would’ve appreciated my youth more.
Religion is so sterile. Don’t get me wrong, I love God and Jesus and the Holy Spirit. I think they understood long before we realized that religion is not the answer. Maybe that is why He often eluded to friendship. Institutions were never the answer.
Well I think this moment is over. I’ve said all I’m going to say.
Oh yeah. One more thing.
I think this Courier New font I started using makes my blog look uber official.