Five-Hundred Word Challenge 997: Not This Morning

Morning has come and the rays of the rising sun shine down upon the planet and cast shadows in the direction they can resist the light the most in, or something. Fingers, slow and cold warm up and gradually pick up speed as they write out sentences that have no real meaning in the grand context of the grand scheme of things. Such is the way of the morning when you are trying to get things done in an expedient manner.

Well, maybe not this morning, but at least some mornings. This morning is more about a sense of relaxation, though of course that sense might not be captured in any way, shape or form. There are other things to worry about, but I sit here and I sit here with a sense of contentment, but perhaps there should be more restlessness as there are things to do, but there are always things to do and so this is not something outside what one may consider the normal process of things.

Perhaps it is time to step outside of the normal process of things and start walking toward something that shakes up the system of which is built around myself by my own hands.

Of course I could just work at reshaping what it is that I am referring to here, but that would take time and effort and I’ve none of those at the moment. Well, I have time, but all the effort left a while ago and now it’s just me doing this without much to go on, though there always is something to go on and sometimes having something is better than nothing.

I wonder as to when having nothing is better than something. Depends on the situation really.

So anyway, there is now a loud buzzing noise that is invading this space of my creation and I do not like it, but unfortunately it is something that needs to be tolerated for a period of time as there is work happening outside and it is work of some important type. I cannot control it; nor can I tell it to stop. However, I can spend time hopelessly hoping that it will end sooner rather than alter and sometimes that is something that works. Sometimes that is something that really pays off. I can’t explain how, but we need to pretend that that is indeed the case and that is how things work. If I don’t, then I do not know as to what I will do for the rest of the day as that would mean having to accept some other form of reality, or something. That would mean having to embrace other things out there and I don’t feel much like doing that right now as I just want to drive on forward and spend the day hoping for the best so as to be able to spend the day hoping for the best rather than letting this sound happen and pass, but I digress.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:41:05

Not sure as to why I waited so long to get this up.
Not great writing but any measure. Somewhere maybe close to a perceived middle.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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