I would love to be infinite.

I don’t strive for immortality, but I do strive for everlasting. I completely acknowledge that my current body is certain to die and disappear, but I believe that my essence is an actual thing, perhaps even sphered up into something one may dub a soul, and I want nothing more than to continue forever. Don’t you?

I’m home, and Florida was amazing. Now that I’m home, I have a lot of work to do; a lot of writing to accomplish, and a lot of people to meet. I’ll keep this short because my current breath is short, but I expect it to grow in volume as the nearby weeks of time begin to pass.

Were you wondering what happened to the Dancer and Writer series, by the way? Well, to keep a long explanation short… it made me feel vulnerable. It is raw in its emotional carapace and personally obvious, which all led to a slight hesitation on my behalf to continue its existence, but then I realized something: all of these reasons for my hesitation are what most storytellers strive to capture. So, it will be back come Monday. I have nothing to hide.

I’m still here, still 21, still young. Still planning for world domination. Don’t worry about me, please. Just… read.