Life has pressed fast-forward as my heart has been unshackled by amorous attraction. I am in a routine and I'm beginning to see the beauty in things again, but I find I can be too pulled in one way or another by the whims of my heart. I need to funnel this new found motivation into writing or reading as I will just be pulled around by myself and others as people start to realise I am available. I want to create art, but that is hard to do even under good conditions. I have so many unrecorded thoughts during the day. People find my mind and words beautiful, but if I don’t channel that into something of value then they are only getting half of me and it isn’t just about finding a lover, although that’s something I want, I also want to find an audience and to tell them what they mean to mean, the many faceless people who could be reading these words even after I am no longer here, because leaving a creative legacy is what I want. Feeling good would be nice too, but I aspire to inspire hope into others or an even greater thing which is to influence language in a direction that … Pessoa said a lot of things often contradicting what he previously said in his other voices and at times unreadable and often incomplete. We crave finality with language, though thoughts always come tumbling out and when I start writing I find I can’t stop from unspooling.