Whatever Happened to Brandon Dean Floyd

 

Who the hell is Brandon Dean Floyd?

What is a 36 year old male doing on a blog site? What is a blog? Is it an escape from reality to try and comprehend my thoughts in a public manner for the fools edgy enough to want to view the inner workings of my thoughts. Am I running away into the vast intergalactic anarchy that is organized internet? Is more complex then even that? 

Not really. I’m just bored. I use to write a lot. I journaled, wrote stories, and made poems. Always to ashamed to bring my creations into the world. I kept em secret. I kept em safe. I burned them all in a fire trying to represent the change in my life in my twenties. Some poetic act of justice in attempt to free myself of who I was. There are some things though, that no matter how many bridges you burn, no matter how many year pass, those core things hold onto you. They are you. Your conscious. Your loves, your joys, your sorrow, your pain, everything that makes you, you.

I am nothing more than spacedust on an overpopulated asteroid spinning around in empty space. Yet somehow I have value. Why do I exist? Why does gold exist? Why do diamonds exist? Why do mosquitos, roaches, locusts, snakes, or anything exist? Mosquitos are hated by nearly everyone, yet, they have value. Why? Because they do serve a purpose in our ecosystem. So I guess I write this blog to hopefully find the age old question of man. If I have value, then whom am I valuable to? Is it God? Is it my wife? My Kids? Myself? What does it look like to express value? The diamond shimmers, the gold cast spells. What do I do? 

That’s What I’m here to figure. Some stuff may get real. Some may hear things they never wanna hear. Some folks may hate me. To yall say, I am not valuable to you. Nor you to me. Treat me as I’d treat. Just another person walking by. A rock in quarry with no value. For those they wanna take a moment and find out, what the hell happened to Brandon Dean Floyd. Well then, I guess you are in the right spot. Here we go..


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