gentlewoods

there is nothing special about me or my writing style. 

but when you look farther into the depths of marvelous writing, what exactly is "special"? are  we talking different? superior? exceptionally precious? 

well. i am none of those things, or at least i don't claim to be. i am not different, and well, who is? we are all a bunch of humans simply mimicking one another. that's all we can do. we learn everything we know. 

i wouldn't call my writing superior. id say i'm better than a dropout and worse than a philosophy major. i'm not sure who i am average to, and making that assumption could very easily come off as cocky or pathetic.

I think that i can confidently say that I am unapologetically average. and well, i'm okay with that. i'm okay with being on the line because it's better than being below it. but after you look at the line for a while, you may see that it has its twists and turns. the line goes up and down depending on where you are. 

we are all just human beings wandering around; falling in love because we can't fall asleep. and once we die, who are we? what are we? we are still here. still a being who sits on the earth. dead or alive, we are never going to leave this place. just billions of bodies spinning on a blue ball of idiots that believe every living thing on the earth happens to be where they stand. 

anyways. if anyone is still out there, i have to ask you to read the words on the pages i have gifted to you. now. that isn't a way of me handing you my work, all rights reserved to me. however, i will invite you to sit down, drink some tea (or merlot), and fly with me to the depths of my very own inferno. (just kidding, unless.. yeah, no. just kidding) that's all i've got folks. excuse my rambling and have a great time upon entering my feeling for yourself 

happy reading, and never sink to deep