Well here it goes.

Creating is just something I do. Day in and day out, I’m internally exploring abstract concepts and ideas, analyzing the actions of myself and those around me, and transposing melodies that the world never really gets to hear before I release them, unheard, back into the void from whence they came. I feel that by not sharing these things, I’m doing a disservice to the world. Specifically a disservice to our those with whom these thoughts and creations could potentially resonate with. Maybe by sharing them you can cope how I cope. Maybe you can cope using what I do to cope. Maybe you don’t cope at all. Either way, here it goes.