I had so much to write and say
The strength of my words I sometimes
Wonder if I can trust
If my mind hears exactly what it is
That I'm trying to reply, or speak into existence
Sometimes it grows hazy
And covered in over complications.

Its 2am, and we all just trying to figure out our purpose here.

I'm so tired.
Tired but pretty content.

I did it
I'm doing it
Its happening.

And as if from an episode of *** & The City
I start to even hear myself think
"...And just like that--"

And just like that,
I remember long bright blonde hair
A soft coral
We ran around Cosco
Exploring our budget, lets feed our team
A hungry army of humans
Eager for art and a path
I travel a path so less traveled by.

And thats the thing
Thats the crux of it all
Thats what makes it so very
Alluring
Difficult
Seemingly impossible
Enthralling
New
Enviable
Challenging
Foreign

Theres no guideline
Theres so formula
Based on instinct, guts, heart

Thats all a path really needs.