And so soon the thundering will begin and all that is and all that will be will all occur once more, but that is for another day, but for now at least I know that there is a little something that I must reach for, but how long that little something takes to reach is yet to be seen as there is still youth in the day and as the day remains youthful and is yet to reach some sort of old adolescence, there still is plenty to do and little time in which to do it all, or something like that.
That might be a bit too long of a sentence, but it now remains written and I am not going back, for right now the only way is forward and forward-facing is what I am currently facing… in the direction of forward.
Now that I’ve got that off my hands, I guess I can move to the next part, but that part that is next remains to be seen as the scene of its existence is yet to be painted, and right now I have no paint except for the one that exists on this device that I use to express words in an order of sorts. However, the paint that is on this device is yet to be touched on this very fine morning of mornings as there is little reason to do so other than the act of progressing in a skill that involves drawing and techniques related to drawing, and those are things that right now I just don’t feel like exploring as the conjuration of the text still remains at the forefront of my cerebral processing unit that sits nicely within me skull, and the hands are the mediator that I was not expecting them to be, which I guess is a good thing rather than a bad thing, so there you go.
Now that I also have that out of the way, I guess I should get onto expressing other things, but there is little else and I guess I should move toward wrapping this up in a little blanket that this text can fit into so it can stay nice and warm so that it does not get cold like the temperature outside of its being, as staying warm will be beneficial as winter approaches through feeling its way trough autumn until it can once more rise from where it was hibernating and so verily force us to think of new approaches to the day, even though they are usually the same approaches as the year prior to the one currently existing within you just so happen to be.
So those will come in place and there will be more moving forward and the time will continue to shift and the day will eventually grow long in the tooth, but of course a new one will be born in its wake and it too shall be spritely and youthful until it isn’t.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:01:96
Wrote this in the morning and only getting to upload it now. As such the day is out of its youth and now experiencing the wonders of fully-fledged adulthood.
Anyway, this text… I think it’s okay. Maybe a bit too loose. Not sure.
Written at home.