Watching numbers go up and down, and watching the light outside shift around as the day transitions much more firmly into the afternoon. Eventually it will transition into the evening and the light will continue shifting, helping to denote the passage of time and transition into different periods and all of that other stuff that makes me sound smart of profound or poetic.

I sit here and I type away and I see the effects of the breeze outside, but I do not hear it as the windows are shut and in their being shut they are blocking out a lot of sound from outside. Occasionally a car goes past but otherwise it is a peaceful day in a sense. It is a peaceful day in this particular pocket of the planet, or at least it appears to be peaceful, for it likely is a very busy and bustling day in this particular pocket for some of the organisms, but I cannot see them and as such I don’t consider them or something, but they are a part of what I can see, even if I cannot see them, and so on and so forth.

I think that I’m already getting myself wrapped into this in a manner that is not the best, but I keep on going and I keep on persisting.

I had an idea that I was going to use to inspire some writing, but unfortunately that idea left me. It was waiting to be used and in that time it found that it wasn’t being used at a time that it so desired. Rather than be patient and cook for a while, it decided to leave for somewhere else. It went looking for somewhere where it could plant itself and firmly grow outward, sprouting into something magic and majestic and truly become something that would develop in a way that would make sense and as such eventually turn into something far greater than its initial start.

It appeared that it was not to be with me.

Had it waited, then it would’ve become something far greater than what it could ever be… or so I’d like to believe, for there is no real telling as to what would’ve happened had it stuck around here. Likely it would’ve been explored on a surface level and then been dropped, for as much as I would like to further and more deeply explore the ideas that I have, I often fall short as I don’t give myself enough time to really dig into them. I don’t allow enough time. However, I feel that with this one, had it stuck around, then I would’ve really been able to go somewhere with it and go far beyond the surface. That would’ve required time, but it might just have happened. The idea did not want to wait and it left nd that is that, and now I am here lamenting my fate and going on about it at length for some reason.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:54:68

This took a bit to find any feet and then it was slowly shuffling.
Such is the way of the writing found here.

Written at home.