Once a hermit. Now a wanderer. Good to experience the new world within this city I call home. But I feel as if I am losing myself again. Too much senses and not enough time for the mind. To let the day settle from the haze to see clearly what must be chronicled, is a pastime I treasure.
Do too little and be excluded from the world. Do too much and risk letting the inspiration fizzle away.
Well, it is Friday, and I shall do what my heart had been commanding me to do all week. Gym hard and write.