I'm good and self?

It’s been twenty-four hours and I haven’t written, caffeine empowering thoughts more than this generation empowering our vision. Dry thoughts, walking in the valley filled with a dozen artworks with our names on them. We’re in pursuit of the honour and not the glory; we’ve bagged the glory a while ago. Writing in cold spaces where our artwork isn’t embraced adequately, writing these words on a canvas with our lives on them...

To be honest what I’ve written makes no sense, just felt like writing... still busy with some job hunting things, brandy really getting to me right now. I’d be lying if I said I haven’t found myself, back then it’d be remorseful facing the mirror, lately I can’t even wait to look at myself, I know that’s stupid to say but you wouldn’t understand if you’ve never wanted your own shoes to be taken away merely because yours didn't fit in.

This blog is super weird, I like using words everyone understands, I want to be understood, my name is Sam... how are you doing there?