Offseason Post III

Yeah, I’ve ghosted. I tend to do that, especially when others come too close.

But the thing is, I don’t even have that excuse this time - I’ve been relatively secluded in my own world.

So it’s perhaps fitting that I felt struck to post something on this winter solstice. It’s not much, I’m still feel rather void of tangible thoughts. But at least the darkest night is behind us. The days are only going to get brighter from here.

This last orbit was a weird one. I learned a lot of invaluable insights from others and equally as much about myself, but it’s also not a year that I’m keen to repeat. There was remarkably growth in otherwise stagnation. No steps backward albeit an arrested pace forward, at least on the surface.

I’m most comfortable flying solo, high out of sight… but I also can’t wait to rendezvous back on the ground at Daytona…

“I rolled the dice
And found a new dead end
Not just the eyes
I’ve got the snake venom
I’m hypnotised
You’re telling lies again
You were my life
And now you’re not my friend

Cut the chains
And enter my bullpen
You’ll be the ace
At least for now in there
I’ll play it safe
I cannot be broken
I’ve been erased
And now I’m gone again

All I am is your van Gogh
I paint our dreams on the golden coast
I stay up high, flying solo
Don’t come too close
I just ghost
I told you I am the new Poe
I sold my soul to the radio
I steal your heart in the shadows
Don’t come too close
I just ghost”

-D. Bates, 2019