TheStoyTeller

I'm an escapist. 90% of the things I do, I do them for the purpose of mentally escaping certain thoughts, situations and emotions. And realizing this sucks.

Not that i don't do the things the I do for the fun of it anymore, but now I'm just always asking myself "Are you escaping? Are you escaping?" now nothing is really a true escape anymore.

maybe this is right though.  "escape" is just another word for running away

Around. Nothing's ever gonna keep you down!

I've fallen in love with the idea of infinite, multiple universes. A world created for every decision made and every decision not made. If this is true, i don't have to wish anymore, or hope or dream or want for anything. While I suffer here, somewhere else I am okay. Somewhere I am who I want to be, I have what i want to have, and I am whole. somewhere 

Anywhere but here

I tried out for pro wrestling today. Spontaneous, I know.

I am in excruciating pain but it's honestly no different from the pain I experienced in high school greko-roman style wrestling. (although the two styles are nothing alike)

All in all, it went pretty well but I am ready to sleep for a few decades and drink oceans of water. 

More poems coming later today or tomorrow. Thank you for reading, and hopefully in a few months I can say thank you for WATCHING.

So that story a day thing for June totally fell through. Haha I was really excited about it and it seemed like a good idea but short story writing is hard, and it takes days to write just one good story.

Prematurely, I give up on the story a day challenge for June. Challenge failed.

I do still have a lot of short story ideas that I might execute in the future.

Good news is that i also have a couple of unposted poems I can finally share. All in all, screw discipline. I can only write when it comes naturally from me, and forced projects or prompts does not help change that.

Thank y'all for reading. Stayed tuned for poetry.