And that was only a moment of clarity.
What can I say?
Writing anything recently has been a challenge, it's part of a cycle I seem to go through, which is cool, I don't trip about it anymore. It is what it is, and I figure when it's ready it'll come back, and it does. Winter is dark and especially so with the hours I work, it starts fucking with me after a while. The only difference is now I know what it is, and to a certain extent it helps me control the way I deal with it, but it seems as if nothing can prevent it from happening. Winter here is dragging on, almost as if it's speaking to me personally, but fuck that, I'll make it through. I always do. Besides, I've got a few ideas steeping in my head which is plenty to get me through until the cold ends. It's only a matter of time, perhaps even just weeks before it'll break. We have survived the longest part of it, I do believe.