I'm all blunt and rusty. And if you ask me, I think I must have lost touch with this thing called writing. I have quite a lot to learn, unlearn, and relearn. Thinking about this within the confines of my "burning skull" I feel wussy in my head.
Thoughts of never getting the hang of doing it again run through my mind like a sword at its full thrust. Emotions of never reaching fun levels as it was in the past cast my soul into pitfall darkness. However, that's at the back of my mind for now, what with this gusto feeling I have as I cascade myself back into deep yet familiar waters.
Do you want to know what I have been up to during this time away? I will spill it out regardless of whether you ask or not. And here you have an answer. It's been a topsy-turvy hell of a ride down the road leading to decision-making. Deciding to come back has been an intention I have long perused, yet procrastinated like my second nature.
Am I back to change the narrative for good? Will I be around for the long haul or return to my shell too soon? That I can't answer now, either tomorrow or anytime soon, or in the future. I would rather bask in contentment as I prey on what's left over from my whim.
I aim to write effortlessly that my hand's outpour reflects my soul's burning desire to change the narrative. It is akin to material effluvia flowing out as if in an efflux.
Wow! It's good to be here again.
Finally, I have my space all to myself!
It is a place where I call my own. It is mine alone. Hahaha! I laugh in a way not known to the ordinary man. Lol.
It's home to me. It's a place where I can write with reckless abandon. Without a care of worldly interruptions, I peruse thoughts far beyond the physical into the world of absolute imagination.
Plato, a Greek Philosopher, in his allegory of the cave, likens it to transcend from the world of PISTIS into the world of NOESIS.
I intend to do a pure and raw deep dive into my connection with mind-blowing ideas and thoughts as seen in everyday life, penning them down in the simplest way.
It complies with what the greats of writing say, "the only way to write is to write." I find that statement insightful. It is not a wonder, I'm doing this little jargon within minutes, a composition of split seconds.
On this note, I welcome myself, Chizaram, an enthusiastic novice writer, back into the realm of HIVE content creators! Lol.
Phew, what a start that was! I can't believe I pulled this shit off!
I didn't get applause. Maybe some other day, then. Oh! I am alone inside of here, with no one to listen to me as I pour out my vituperations. What a company I have here. I cleanly forgot about that in a hurry. Nevertheless, it's time to take off. Hunger calls. Draw the curtains close! Piss out.
