Well, it’s happening again. Sitting here, but with a great lack of sleep, but I’m not going to complain today. I’m just going to keep on going and see where all of this leads me. Not sure if it will lead anywhere, but it’s a hope that somewhere is where I’m led toward.
Will be better than being led by these flowing strings of which rise and fall within the music that just so happens to be what I am listening to. Steady beat underneath them and some sort of violence and all that other stuff that happens in the music that is the sound that is the music of which I happen to be listening to at this present moment.
Would rather not be led by those but instead the words that I am currently typing out. Don’t want to be led by any scents my nose might just pick up and become enticed with, as that may lead to some sort of distraction that I might just want to avoid at this present moment. Don’t want to be distracted by food; just want to focus on this and see where the words lead me.
Perhaps it will be something that I see that is not on the computer screen that will take me away from here the words are trying to take me. Maybe instead of where they will go, I will instead end up going elsewhere by seeing something far more curious in that particular point in time. Don’t know as tow here that will lead. Very difficult for me to tell as I have no idea what it is that will catch the sight of my eyes and thus cause some sort of fixation that will inevitably lead to me straying away from the path paved with letters that form words and sentences and paragraphs.
Maybe there is a chance that my hands will lead me away from where the words lead. Maybe instead of continuing the act of typing what they will do instead is removed themselves from the keyboard, plant themselves onto the desk and use that as some sort of signal for my body to lift itself out of the chair in which it currently finds itself situated, then allow for myself to be led away from the computer and to some other room. That could happen, but I would much rather not have that happen. I’d rather follow the words.
However, if it were one thing that would be leading me away that I could accept, then it would be the thing that I will make room for on just about any day. Sure, following the words is what I want to do most, but if this came into play, then I would have to allow it to take precedence, for I am rather tired due to a lack of sleep, so the prospect of sleeping is certainly something that I would allow to distract me from following the flow of words.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:29:34
Well, I don’t know what to make of this.
It was quite easy to type. I think a lot of this reads to (at the very least) an acceptable standard. Perhaps a little too much repetition.
Written at home.