wasted space

it been a few months gone since postin a thought.

blogs probably wonderin wtf.

everyday life has come full circle.

n time to tap away is not how i like or want.

diddles r written yet unseen through the naked eye of this sight.

but they will b typed in computer ink soon enough.

jus a few more steps to some real good shit.

n the readings of my heart will feel of what its been stuffed.

i miss my blog in ways of theriputic outlet releases me.

as if im lost n stuck in a moment of silence.

scribbles fill pages n not felt in true form.

from luv, hate, relations, thae calmin n violence.

5 months in countin without my fix to be relieved.

somehow i manage with great patience, waitin for the day.

soon enough i will be reunited with my page.

n on that day imma go nuts, unfiltered n here to stay.

i miss the freedom of ventin me.

expression onl;y i know of thats inside screamin.

becomin over flowin with words re arranged.

yet til then im left a man jus dreamin.

it wont be much longer n i appologise to wasted space.

though there is much to read in days to come.

there is much to read with meanin n purpose.

as me n my hobby come together as 1.