One small step into the blogspot galaxy

Already in my first line of officially blogging to the interwebs, spell check is correcting me. I don't have a graceful way with words. I wish I did. I wish I had the word for the things in my head. But who needs that - it's called google these days, right?

It's funny how once you start to write for new eyes the pressure is on and everything you type looks shallow and wrong. I used to write blogs. I am always writing poems. It's all beautiful till you gotta share. It's like seeing myself in the mirror in the morning. I feel just fine about myself. I'm a pretty damn good looking man, to me. But out in the world i'm just another piece of meat to pick at.

I spend all of my time thinking of ways to make anything more appealing to my senses. Any day that I can paint a wall, hang things from the ceiling, play piano or light a candle is good for my body and mind. Beauty is everything. Expression is everything. Beauty and expression is passion.

I'm still sitting here, wondering what exactly i'll blog about. There is no theme. Everything is inspiration and I will note every monumental thought I can before it falls out of my mental file and is gone forever.

Tour,
Hide,
Love,

Repeat