The Monoluge Piece:
It's the tale of the Aftermath. The Tale of after the mess. It's finally realizing that you have to now clean yourself up regardless of who spilled what drink with what little or no intent. It's almost like I threw a solo grand event. The Rest of the world kind of started to dance along in the dark with me. But that was Yesterday. & I've woken up the morning after to a indolent like feeling of self made wet puddles, & glass from the ceiling we've just shattered. And As I pick the pieces out of my foot, I begin to ask myself and wonder, now that all has been said and done, only thing next to do is heal and carry the weight of yesterdays issues with me & now the person I'm forming to be. Now I am left to stitch up the wounds, sweep up the floors and send goodbye texts to the ones who left the biggest mess that shall take the longest time to clean up. So as i introduce you to The night that 'He Killed My Ego' may I bother you with a very important line that sums up everything & nothing at all.
"I can't offer you a promise but I can offer a lot of regret. . Coming in 2026."