I never really prepare for my blogs, so my posts often come in bursts of thoughts riddled with randomness. Sometimes I have too much things going on in my mind that I think I start physically feeling it. My head almost bursting, I mean. When called to write about these things, it ends up becoming word-vomit. I don't know where to begin, what to talk about, how to write about it, why it matters, and why it goes around. My thoughts are worse than monkeys swinging freely in the jungle. My mind is a cluster of jungles, all alive with the breath of its wilderness.
In the midst of this insanity, I sit here breathing.
I know I am free.