The wheels turn and time passes and things change. Change is inevitable and change is continuous. Little is ever static and that which appears to be likely is not.

Anyway, that’s about as much “profoundness” I can muster at the moment. I think I’ve waited too long once more and so once more I am working at a time when I am tired, but whose fault is that? Certainly mine, that’s for sure. However, I am not here to play the blame game; I’m here to knock out these words in a fashion that implies some sort of sense of writing. Maybe it is a flow that I am looking for, or motion.

Yes, that is what I’ll go for.

So all of this writing is all about motion and flow. It’s not necessarily about the rhythm of then words, but their flow and how they move and where they fit among each other. There is a serene grace in how they move and a beauty, though sometimes that must be tarnished so as to prove a point or something. As such, sometimes the combination of words turns violent and they thrash and gnash their teeth. This isn’t something that is desired, but it might be considered a necessity for the purposes of this writing as this then allows me to keep on crapping on about whatever it is that I am crapping on about.

Anyway, I think I’ve said enough, but I think I get the idea across. I’m trying to make up some reason as to why all these bits of writing exist, but there is no reason other than the real reason, but that is not something I feel like revealing due to reasons and so therefore I’m just going to keep on going with whatever it is that I’m going on with and you’ll just have to find out at a later date as to why it is that I am going on with this.

Now there is no need to mask and pretend. There is no need to obfuscate here, but that’s just what I feel like doing. I feel like pretending and obfuscating. I don’t feel like revealing any more than I need to or want to and I have no idea as to where I’m going with this. However, I can tell you that delaying these until the last minute is a bad idea and I’m really looking forward to this month being over. It started so strong and is ending in a rather weak manner. It has stretched itself beyond all reason and I sit here and keep it all going. Just want to rest, but will have to wait to rest as there still remains so much to go and so much to type out and so on and so forth.

Well, I’m nearly at the halfway point and so I think I can keep on going. I’m sure that I can pull something out of nothing and keep this going and then get to the end and then find myself still feeling tired and all of that other stuff.

I actually had a plan for today. I was going to do a few things. However, I ate something that ended up leaving me feeling pretty lethargic and a bit off and so everything went out the window as lazy rest had to take over and drive me forward. Such is the way of things and so now I am here, writing this out and then going to sleep as sleep is needed and it is needed sooner rather than later. Tomorrow is a big day and that is something that I’ll also need to tackle, but right now it’s all about this.

It’s all about the writing of words and using words to express and carry forth meaning. It’s about carrying a sense of flow and grace, regardless of how lacking in either this bit of writing happens to be. Such is the way of things and such is the way that this writing shall be.

Now that I think about it, I’m not sure as to what else I can say other than I am tired and I want to finish this off, but of course I need to say other things. I need to think of things that I can say and I need to find a way forward that will allow me to make sure that this is all somehow convincing. Somehow.

I think that I just need to rest. I need to wrap this up and then rest and take it easy. It is late and I am still working on this, but I should be sleeping right now. I shouldn’t be doing this and now I’m kind of complaining about what I am doing, which is writing and writing is a beautiful thing. Still, I complain and I get the complaint across and soon it will be that I will have this wrapped up but the complaining was in there.

Got on a bit of a loop there.

So I think that with that being said I need to take it easy and go to sleep and all that other stuff. I will find myself resting soon and in that resting I will sleep and in that sleep I will find my thoughts moving to something else. What that something else is, I’ve no idea, but I do know that it will be there and it will flow forward with a sense of grace and beauty and then I will eventually wake up and in my waking up I will be awake and alert and all of those other things, and perhaps those thoughts will be somewhere else. However, that has nothing to do with this writing and so instead of thinking more about that I am going to wrap this up.

Once this is wrapped up I will think about other things and I will think about them in a way that uses words.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 11:14:43

This was stretching things really thin. Had I done this early today I think I would’ve been fine. Didn’t and, well, here we are.

Written at home.