I’m not sure I have anything I wish to say. I’ve sat down for an hour, wrote paragraphs and deleted them all the same. Placid ideas, lukewarm concepts and lackluster words. My hearts not even half in it.
Perhaps I am afraid someone will venture off their platform, deviate from their feed, buck the trending to visit here. Fists full of ambition, bag full of hussles and tricks. Eyes made from dollar signs. “Nothing can be free nor purposefully pointless.”
Then I remembered there’s no comments, likes or emails forms. A page without a link, no one would stumble on without knowing where to go. And who visits websites anymore anyway?
A fertile little plot in the middle of an unknown forest oasis. Away from the hum drum hussle and bussle of the internet. Who knows if anything will grow, but if something does it’d free nourishment for any passing hungry stranger.
This isn’t a place for merchants, salesmnen or greedy ambition.