I had never travelled through train in the rain before. I have begun to understand how meaningful white noise can be. I never heard pitter-patters like this back home. The slow droning of the engine, the metallic glance of the wheels on the train tracks and the strong droplets all joined together in harmony to produce wonderful sound. There is too much going on for me right now. Too many variables in the everchanging equation that is life. It's enjoyable to say the least. The only things that keep me grounded are the constants I've secured throughout my time here. Sure, some have to be removed but that is a cost I am willing to pay, as I have paid so many times before. I am also thinking of a business opportunity. I don't have the skills necessary to initiate my plan, but I am waiting patiently for the right person to fall in my lap, so to speak. It's been a while since I've written anything on here. It's good to see you again.
What used to be the thoughts of a gloomy introvert who wrote about himself and his crazy thoughts because he couldn't express them for shit in front of anyone is now about nothing.