Finished with Bar tendnig school BUT (The Journey)

*Long posts on Facebook that have me questioning things as I find a way to return back to writing should be shared here, and possibly Patreon.*

I know what I’m doing this for. I know I belong on the other side of the bar, because I FEEL it.

But honestly?

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“It’s getting harder to breathe, harder to feel free

It’s getting tougher to write, tougher to feel things

It’s getting harder to live, harder to pay bills

Hard to feel alive

It’s getting harder to breathe, harder to feel free

It’s getting tougher to write, tougher to feel things

I need help

I feel sick of taking these pills

Life must be sweet once we’re fucking dead…

Yeah

Once that we’re dead

Sometimes I drown in the sound

By trying to find the silence

(The silence!)

Lost in the noise of this world

Show me the way through the darkness” – Novelists

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Ignore the curved steel…

How appropriate the band name…

I miss this. I LIKED having to struggle with the characters and the writing. I enjoy it and will return. But I miss it terribly right now.

It felt good to hit “The End.” and feel that satisfactory little death (different little death) that I think artists get after completing a project.

I liked the mental struggle of figuring out how I was going to show the world that it could hope for love, no matter the struggle – it made me feel.

I hope you’re embracing your struggle.