Reflection

From living a life of near to solitude over the past few months it's been inevitable that i'd have a lot of time for introspection, whether it be over stale thoughts that shouldn't even bother me anymore to new varietys of self examination. I know i'm now entirely capable of living life as either a socialite or a hermit in any new surroundings i choose to head to, something that i've always wondered whether i could do over a more permanent basis than spontaneous weeks of misguided travel. Whether this is something i even want to do is another matter though, it's an interesting kind of existence, but taking the time to build something worthwhile remains more attractive, yet a lot more distant. Can't anyone travel around on their own if they really want to, once they get past whatever lack of independence or insecurities they might harbour? If anything, life here with few friends is easier than back home, where any act out of character would warrant immediate judgement from anyone who wanted something to talk about. I know i can build something with what i have in my head, whether it ends up being the currently unplanned route of music production, something i'm still not sure i could deal with, or anything more inspiring. Fuck, i just need time to reinstil my creativity and focus my mind on any kind of future, and while my minds being filled with primal rushes and monotony that can't happen.

I think LSD and an epiphany is a good call, expect colours and shapes in a good place sometime soon.