Checking in! Spontaneously!

 I’ve been in isolation for about two months now. I quit my 11-hour-a-day job in my hometown’s tiny, decrepit shopping mall right before Christmas, and since then it’s like I’ve been in solitary confinement, or on a stress leave, to put a less dramatic spin on it. It’s quite odd (in a clichéd kind of way) but I feel as if I’ve undergone some kind of metamorphosis during this period. (The typical kind, most likely.) I live in my head a lot, but I never seem to follow my train of thought all the way through to the end of the track; it’s kind of like how in nightmares you wake up right before you hit the ground. So I’ve had a lot of time to explore the metro of my mind, to take my metaphor to hilariously absurd and slightly alliterative lengths. I’ve also spent a lot of time feeling like a complete loser, which was not so magical.
So I think I’m making progress. Gradually. And someday soon I shall wake up a beautiful, well-adjusted butterfly. 

I haven’t outgrown juvenile poetry though. Oh no, friends, not by a long shot. Just look at the fun I have with lame analogies.

Cheers.