A beautiful thought too hot to swallow
I’d chirp and choke instead of sit and settle
a small inspired smile.

I’d write 160 characters and move on
instead of rest to grow a full poem, story or song.

I’d gain hearts and attention
loose intention, diligence, and wholeness.

It was time to move on. let go of those I followed and the thousands that followed me.

in favor of
a #wip book over an un-copyrighted timeline
a journaled analysis of thriving thought over half-formed power sentences.
a private creative exploration over a content mill.

the community is missed, the dopamine was admittedly hard to sever.

new social-less freedom is celebrated and honored with pen to page
the safety of privacy a call to develop and release intentionally, when the time is right, the work been done

no more rushes of acceptance and outside validation, no more ability to do the same for others

but maybe meaningful words aren’t meant to be fast.