~I traveled through dreams and astral, and the minds of men and beast alike. To the depths of insanity and to the endless wastes of apathy. Yet all I seek is a place to call my home, a forest grove to lay down and let the world pass me by~

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I have recently changed my theory on writing, and how I submit things on here. I normally would take out paper and pencil and what not, and brainstorm ideas, and put down words or sentences that expressed the emotions I wanted the poem to have, and then I would pick it apart and put it into form and make it flow. Though recently I have stopped doing that, I just start writing and let the words flow out like water... and very little editing is required on most of them.

I also notice that in the ones where I don't prethink it, they seem to have more an ancient incantation feel to them, hard to describe, kinda like the whole witches brew thing. I suppose that just goes to show how my mind works heh heh.

Just some off the bat reflection on a tuesday morning waiting to go to work... I need something to drink.

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~This wolf is still plodding along, nipping at the heels of the deers till they all drop. a moments feast for the patient beast~