There are sounds outside that seem to herald the encroaching summer and in some manner they are pleasing to hear. They reach out and caress the ears and signify some sort of shift toward something. I’m not sure as to what that something is, but the shift is there and it is signified and I sit here and prattle on about it for a while and you get the idea.
I don’t get the idea as I am not part of it and therefore due to not being part of it I feel like a spectator of the external variety. This is not something I want to feel like, but alas, that is what I feel like and so feeling like that is what I feel like. However, something something and so on and so forth and therefore I will express the idea in a manner that I feel is necessary and I won’t explain any inconsistency.
Maybe the idea is the sounds that are outside that I now need to tune out due to how they’re affecting my tinnitus. Maybe it is something else entirely. It is too early to tell at the moment though, for I have not thought of this to an extensive level and so I need to think about it to a diminished level. I need to think about it in ways that I am yet to think about things and so therefore I will find a way forward in order to find a way backward.
I will shuffle to the left and maybe I will also shuffle to the right. I will look at what it is that drives me and in that I will hear sounds that herald the oncoming of summer. I will find them and I will reveal them and in that revealing they will be revealed to me. All will be revealed and there will no longer be any drape that covers and hides that which desires such a thing.
What am I going on about?
Anyway, I will find the revelation and then once all is revealed that is it. There is no going back. There is no turning around. There is nothing that can be handled, and yet all will be handled in a manner that suggest the handling of things in a manner of the utmost professionalism. This is a good thing, I think, but perhaps I need to not think and just do. I need to get on with it and see where that all goes. Maybe it goes nowhere, but even if it goes nowhere there still are things that are found out and you learn and grow and so on and so forth and you get the idea.
I think what I’m saying is that I’m tired, but those sounds outside are pleasant, but I can’t listen to them anymore as my tinnitus is not appreciating them, so therefore I think it is time to rest, so resting is what I will now do.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:30:90
Not great. Had I done this earlier I think it would’ve been very different. Not necessarily better.
Written at home.