You don't feel it, then it must be too real to touch.
I am too grown to have idols. Too shy to be starstruck. Too angry to be loud. Too horny to be incarcerated.
Expect changes in me soon, if you haven't noticed them by now.
Out!
Words are escaping me as of late. I either write a poem, write a blog post or record a song to get them out. November 10th, 2026 ranks as t...