sometimes i wonder if i should actually write a book.
but not a real novel or anything. just a collection of the weird “poetic” stuff that i write. and then maybe pair it with paintings.
i think i’ve talked about this before. but i actually am starting to feel like i really want to do it. i’m not sure if enough people really like the things i write though.
i don’t know. i’m overtired and my body feels like its floating right now. sleep deprivation is a strange thing. i’m going to go fix that now.