Drops

It's funny how nagging thoughts and ideas can be. Unlike women, with thoughts you cannot ignore them. So this is me with thoughts nagging me over the past few days and I can't help but lay them.
I do not trust my mind past 2200hrs. Is it just me or past 2200hrs, the pure person in you comes out? The part where you feel sorry for things you do but did not feel any remorse for during the light of day? Or is it just me and the night. The night always seem to bring the best out of me. The irony in that.
So the semester is coming to a close and I can not imagine ever wasting 7 months of my life like I just did for the better part of the year so far. I pretended to be someone I am not, tried living a life not mine, tried so many things but thanks to the night, when my thoughts come out clean, I am headed to self discovery. Yeah Collins I know know what it feels like to be fuc*ed up and it aint funny.
I miss my rumbling thoughts and random blogging. I miss blogging and i hope my nights keep pumping the inspiration out of my head. So I can churn out my 2 cents hating advice. My friends say I hate to much maybe I was supposed to have been born a Britton.

The End of The Road.

Well, writers are few and they are recognized. The rest of us are wannabes.
Inspiration is present, the words are there but the spirit is lacking. Its been well over a year or more since I last wrote. I did not become dumb, the spirit just died. I must have read much of Biko and Nyanchwani and thought, well, writing is for the few, let them do it.
So this is me hanging my boots on my short lived blogging life. Or maybe not. but till something strikes, this is the end if the road for me. thanks for stopping by.
Parting Shot: Leggings killed the thrill in seeing a girl in a skirt. Either fashion is a bitch or our ladies lost it.