Writing for the faint of heart

When you write, what is your intention? What do you wish to make real? By the side of the lake, the bugs fly in a cyclical pattern, never betraying their kin and adhering to their nonsensical, mathematical buzzing. Did I make that real? No, but as the bugs fly, we all inevitably fly back to where we once came, which is an idea that I am cementing with my use of imagery. 

THEY WANT US TO EAT BUGS! Their reasoning is that someone has to munch those bugs, the human condition is to be unique and original, so if someone doesn't crunch the beetles, they will, in their mind, be the ones to munch. I will never go quietly into the night, eating bug protein to sustain myself, I would rather eat soy based products. 

Consider this blog a warning, but consider this blog a friend, if you think this blog might be doing badly, or need support, come back and read it again, and ask how it is feeling, if it thinks that it needs a change in life. Tell it the person you are currently crushing on, and you hopes and dreams, even if they are silly - that's what friends are for.