I strive to stay relevant,most especially my self.Playing catch up is a constant,because being left behind is a reminder I might not matter. This brain is a gift,this mind made of matter mattersand it means more if I mean to use it,meaningless if I don’t. The stories don’t merit much unless they’re told,they would grow old and turn to dust,words sifted out and repurposed,re-homed,resentful of the lack of application when they are fully awareof the places they could have gone.…
