I feel so burned out. I lost my drive to really do anything maybe I should just delete all my social media and disappear. Mean why not? Who really cares if I’m not around? I’m surprised I can even get up to do anything anymore.
I am keeper of the beast. Though it does not obey me. To another, the creature appears chained to me. In truth I am bound. A prisoner bearing a hollow title. Here I am tethered. Though freedom I seek and crave, the chain yanks and here I stay. So brief the taste of freedom, the warmth and comfort of paradise. The pleasures of life made flesh in the sweetest fruit.
Finally reworking one of my old projects, a Star Wars/MLP Human In Equestria sort of story. Been a long time since I've been around here or read that particular genre, but I'm wiser about it so hopefully I won't repeat too many of the genre cliches.