It is morning and the sounds of birds ring out. I’ve taken my gloves off and I have a split nail, but that’s not going to stop me this morning. I’ve other things to conquer.
What I need to do is get ready and make sure that I am warm. I need to make sure that I am warm so that I am not cold. I don’t want to be cold and so I do my best to stay warm.
After yesterday I feel rather drained, but I persevere as there is little to worry about ight now. The sun is shining and it’s warm outside and all is well with whatever all must be well with, but the well that must be well with (that is all that is not well must be well with the well) is not feeling too swell about the situation, but that is the well’s problem; not mine, so… yeah.
So anyway, I am ready and armed to do the thing that I should be doing but postponement rules and so there is a postponing of the action. There is no action; it is all pure reaction, which is an action but I’m going to keep on claiming that it is not for I have the power of denial on my side and that is a strong power to have in certain situations. Maybe not so much this one, but I will pretend that it is as it makes it easier for me to continue. It’s denial on denial and so the denying keeps on piling 0n until it forms its own little type of cake.
The cake is not edible, but it is there and it is something that can be seen by many if they so choose to see it for what it isn’t. Maybe even what it is. Still, it is there and there is cake and of course cake may be a temptation for some but not others. There is a careful balancing act when there is cake in the room; especially when it is a cake made from denial, for you see now it represents something and in it being symbolic of stuff means that perhaps the cake is not the focus, but it is our inner turmoil which we must face as it faces us, trying to make us realise that it is there and it is something we must work with and try to settle and calm and accept responsibility for in order to be able to continue on the path of being a better person; not just to ourselves, but to those around us, but of course there are many things that we need to work with in order to continue down that path and this is just one small thing among a cluster of many, but we do what we can and that is all that can be strived for at the end of the day.
Now I’m not sure where to go from here.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:44:62
I felt that parts of this took longer to write out than I thought they would.
This bit of writing went somewhere into the rambling and came out probably worse for it.
Probably should’ve uploaded the writing when I wrote it, but I didn’t and now it is the afternoon, so yeah.
Written at home.