Oh the times we’d get high numbers and high days of highes
Days and contextualizations that made sense to click fav on topof
getting them and adding to them, a never-ending wealth of at least not nothing
numbers they surely were but not ones valued by the current ecology
back when i could see the potential glances
even if they didn’t nescissarly read what was written
or read far too deeply, each one a sting that it wasn’t for them
the idea that this was more personal to me than to any of them
the ecology resisted it, they would do anything for it not to matter
but i trusted my gut and it said not to hold it back
posting after posting
words said after words read, glad to not be dead when work is all done and nothing left but parts of you remain
I’m glad to have had those times
and I’m glad i get to have them potentially again
I just feel like now
there’s some lacking, as if i’ve gone stale, as if these tweets and posts aren’t exactly enough
but i can’t quite strike that match
I don’t think this is the end
I just think I’m gonna need something bigger than this current output in-order to capture the audience I know I’m capable of entertaining.