A heat washes away and makes room for a cool breeze that carries a cool air into areas that are hot that then become cool due to the lowered temperature. It’s a nice thing as they say.
Right now I am sweating and soon I will not be sweating. I wonder if there are other sweating out there. Maybe there are and maybe there are not; I do not know, but I would like to believe that an educated guess would suggest that there are other people out there who happen to be sweating at this particular time. If there are not, then I am incorrect and I am happy to accept that.
Soon it will be dark and with the dark comes the night and with the night comes the silhouettes and objects no longer seem like what they are. It’s a thing that must be dealt with but it is dealt with in a way that implies a lack of interest from some, and a great deal of interest from others. Such is the way of the things that are dealt with when it comes to the evening.
What am I going on about here? Where am I going with this? There are things that I need to deal with right now. I have obligations that I need to nip in the bud. However, I am writing this rambling mess and it is being written in a manner that implies both rambling and mess. Such is the way of things, I suppose.
Maybe instead of implying those I should start implying genius and concise. Technically there isn’t much wrong with either rambling or having a mess, but those are two things I don’t necessarily want top put forward… or maybe I do. There is no telling at this particular juncture in time, but perhaps at the next one all will be revealed and it will be revealed that a rambling mess of messy proportions is what I’ve been aiming for this whole time, and you’d never know until that point.
Of course if that really is the case, then that would be telling right now. However, if it was not the case, that would also be telling right now and, quite frankly, I feel it is better to not make any revelations at this stage. There is no telling as to what will happen if I do and I don’t want to risk the shock becoming so overwhelming that there is no turning around. I don’t want to create a situation where the old world that was known is no longer known. I want to make sure that there is no changing of the world.
Or maybe I do.
Anyway, I’m sure that at some stage all of this will be worked out and then what needs to be revealed shall be revealed and all will be as it should be. Finally all the pieces will fit and then there will be a great shrugging of the shoulders.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:22:04
I feel as though the further I went with this, the closer I came to writing something that could be construed as interesting. Alas, we’ll never know if that was going to be the case.
Written at home.