The universe has a way of getting me off my ass. I've been living, I guess, inexhaustibly sucking out the marrow of life. Politely. I'm here, I'm here, A little late, a little lost but still as always, hella festive. 2019. It's a lot to sum up, I'm ever and always grateful for the strides, for the madness, the magic and everything in between. Time is fluid, though, Life is a continuum and Self-improvement is constant. but I'll spare you the small talk. See, Love is one shitty ass ,crazy ass feeling. I've spent a lot of time on me, Some of which I've spent dreaming, visualising, of a love that's my own. To have and to hold. But ideas are distant, and ideas are dreamy, velvety cloths. And I'm hung on ideas, hell bent on ideas, I was gifted and cursed with such vivid imagination. and because of it I coin my own heartbreak. I'm not heartbroken, not