I've always signed in with the intent to write. Something superfluous? Probably.

The text box has been open many times, but everything wants to remain concealed. So i let it. Its either that or complacency has taken over, and perhaps the striking #fact that nothing in my life at the present moment is worth noting.

When everything begins to feel mundane, my ability to conjure the strength and even the motivation to inspire strength, is siphoned from my ability stores- location: unknown. So the blah feeling resides (never permanently) within.