Can I see you again?
I was feeling down and out so I withdrew my notebook and proceeded to fill my head with unending ideas and countless words, undirected in their exposition. Fearless before the blank page, undaunted by the expanse of time and empty lines; the answers and indeed - the right questions themselves would come in due time. For the moment I was content with populating fantasies with my unsatisfied ambitions - dreaming of what was around the corner and tirelessly ensuring that I laid myself completely bare and honest. Ask and you shall recieve said the world to me in a whisper barely audible over the sound of the world crashing down around me. So I asked.