Doing things late in the evening once more, but sometimes that’s the way things go. Shouldn’t put too much pressure on myself. Only enough and only just enough; any more is excessive and may lead to some sort of literal collapse in which then I need to find a way to get around and move about and all that other stuff, but may be unable to do so due to being so compressed inward that there is no articulation left in my joints in any way, shape or form and my compression means less mobility, or something.
So anyway, as you can already tell, I don’t know as to w ere it is that I am going with this but that’s okay. Tonight that is fine. We’re just along for the ride. Myself included, maybe.
Don’t know as to who it is that is driving, but the ride is here and it’s going. It goes up and it goes down and it goes all the way around. Some bends are sharp, some are not and so a speed needs to be maintained and shifted and all of those other things that a speed needs in order to exist. I don’t know what they all are, but they’re there and by golly they need to be finicky sometimes.
I don’t always like finicky, but I know that I do like motion and so motion may take over at a later date. Maybe a later time rather than date; not sure yet. However, right now it is where it is and I’m there and not here, even though all evidence suggests that I am here and that’s all good and so on and so forth, but a ride off into the night is needed. However, instead of a ride off into the night, it will be a ride off into bed where I will nap for a few hours.
Not this ride; the one I need to take onboard later, or something.
So anyway it’s a dark and mysterious road that seems far more quiet than it actually is, and there’s nowhere to look other than forward which is where the lights shine. Maybe somehow that will disguise the twists and turns, but I imagine that the only way that that would happen is if the twists and turns are over long enough distances so as to not feel like they are something that is happening.
Perhaps I’d rather they be felt as that would somehow make it more exciting.
You know, this ride isn’t that fun. It’s not interesting and I want to get off of it already. I have other things to do. I have places to be. This is not what I had envisioned, and so I am done. I am finished. This is dull. It is boring. It is just a regular night drive without much excitement.
Then again, sometimes a lack of excitement is better than excitement, and so I might just continue being on this ride.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:22:85
This felt really easy to write and I think that shows in how the words flow, as this seems to flow smoothly to me. Not a good bit of writing, but an easy read.
Written at home.