every time I sit to write I think of different subjects like I could pen a verse about the world and what to disavow but here is where I realize that I'm no preacher, shit if I have wisdom and that I'm convinced that you should follow or if it is relevant to your own life I might be blind to what brings strife and who am I to think I've found it when it all is so confounding and I'm prone to blind mistakes and so I'll save you useless takes on Stoic known philosophy proportional democracy neurodivergent policy attention and technology no, I'll be me and write a verse on what it's like to be this person where it hurts and why I'm cursing steps I take to better versions maybe you will see a bit that looks like you and it untwists a growing knot of all those tangles offers you a different angle and if I am reaching no one rather than a preacher's grown son stating what is earthly health I'll get to know about myself