The second coming

It is inconsequential, yes, but I feel I should say it out loud after this long hiatus. I have thought of changing blogs, of starting a new one, but I like this one. It suits me. Its accompanied me for years, sitting there silently like a diary waiting for me to come crawling back- and here I am, much obliged, thank you for waiting, for never complaining, for never asking where I have been or what vices I have been up to. But since I mention it, I should explain: the only vice I have dabbled in since I last posted here is life. Life and life itself, it surrounds me, nay, it is me. And I have dabbled in it like only a lifeless person can, being dragged along by it, rather than living it, but that is about to change. I intend to take it by its horns, like I used to, fuck settling, I am in it for the gusto, the glory, the sheer essence of it all.

So there you have it, the essential- What I am and what I intend to be. Fuck being scared. I am sick of being scared. I want to live. Rich or poor. Alone or surrounded... I want to fucking live.

There, I said it.