Piles of things to create, to write about. Despite that, a blank space is abiding to be replenished up in my head. Honestly, I'm fatigued in the head enough to prompt the of ending of brilliant ideas.
Tonight I'll sleep on the floor, maybe there's something more to look up to in the dark... As a symbol and a realistic thesis, this claims that I have the ability to speak the ideas of a martyr, ready and excited about his resolutions. Something to look up to in the dark, but I catch myself sprinting forward, but sprinting to a deadline that was yet to be found.
No, seriously, I have to move downstairs. I could use that to project the way I feel about various things. Sometimes I love, sometimes I like, and sometimes I loath. Most likely, moving downstairs will mold the way I look at my profits into that of a grateful person. At most times, an undertaker is more grateful than I am.
Most people know me to go as low as low will go if low went lower than low. They know me as well by how I go higher than high if high went even higher than high. Of course I'm moving downstairs, it's the common house change. My legislative branch is used to switches from republican to democrat, and back and back again. Does that remind you of yourself?
My executive branch is getting off of it's ass this year, in my hopes, and probably will have to push me. If not, there's going to be a dent in the couch by the end of the year.
Honestly, I'm out of juice, and my judicial branch votes I part.
Live long and prosper.
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