Slowly Coming Together

I actually really like writing. It used to be a bigger part of my life, back when I had a soul and felt somewhat "complete". However, over time I discovered that the only writing I was doing was for work (and my work is more boring than staring at the Blue Man Group fuck up colors for everyone). Anyways, as I slowly come back up for air, I think I need to warm up again. So here's a start: If I can't be happy, I want to at least be satisfied.