As my one month romp in Tejas comes to a close, I have no regrets. Sure, I haven’t written as much as I would have liked to, or perhaps should have given the pending THESIS (Ooooo…), but my soul has a little Band-aid on it. I revel in the energy that only comes from a month of hitting the gym and pretending like I don’t have friends.
Most of all, I’ve had the chance to think. To dream. My synapses are a cup runneth over.
The blank page should fear me.