writing is weird.

it's weird because although writing is a form of expression that allows me to let go,

and allows me to vent a lot of the ugly things inside me

(a part of the ugly dwells interminably, i have no doubt..),

it also creates an ugly -

writing makes and breaks.

so I'm walking through an alley,

I'm climbing the stairs,

I'm having a conversation,

and BOOM!

an unbelievable itch breaks out in my body

and the moment the itch hits, i know what it is : the rant of the day.

it's so unpredictable, so inevitable, and so ingenious

that I have to remember the itch and why it came.

i have to record the topic that came to me, or else, I'm doomed for all eternity.

honestly.

if i don't get it when it was given,

if i just let it go like an irresponsible idiot,

i'll know i let it slip.

and i'll remember with horror that i gave up on the chance to spill my heart out

on something worth spilling one's heart out.

i think that's a grammatical glitch just there.

and that's when I thought of David:

"That shit don't mean fuck to me"

- David Sedaris