The urge usually comes at night to pick up a pen and write.
I guess my prayers before the dark ages in my life worked.
My guess is queer gives the norm an excuse?
I see myself shattered compared to my peers... but finally my life is unfolding and I think that the art of writing is most appealing as a career.
I am rediscovering my senses, therefore life's forgotten simple pleasures seem to resurface. A scrumptious plate of ground meat, peas and bananas just before midnight made me feel really good.
Again I'm thankful of the love and the people around me.
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