It would probably help if I had the keyboard in front of me when I started writing, but I didn’t, but now I do and now seeing as I do, I can go on my lengthy tangent and lead to nowhere.

There is a nice light filtering through outside. There are some clouds, but the light of the sunset is nice and what with it being nice and all, it makes me think that I should go for a walk. However, today is a day of rest as there needs to be rest.

Nighttime gradually approaches and its approach is unstoppable. It advances upon us and we have no choice but to accept its embrace, for it will be here soon and it will envelope all within its body and that will be that. There will be no changing of this. I can switch on all the lights that I have, but I cannot drive away the dark.

The night will sit here and it will be here for as long as it sees as necessary. It will keep on moving and it will move through many things and it will move over many things and eventually it will pass, and once more daylight will return. It will keep on going on like this and then… well, yeah.

I need to rest. Trying to write on very little sleep is not a good idea and it’s not something that I want to keep on doing. I may have done it this time and I may have done it many times in the past. I am likely to do it again, but I need to categorically state that writing with little sleep is not fun.

It’s also not fun when you’re feeling drained, but that’s another story for no other time.
This feels like a struggle and it is, but I’m getting through it. I’m getting to the end of what it is that I am trying to write at this present time, which is more just an expression of the relaxed feeling of the light outside and the day inside, but it doesn’t really feel relaxed. It feels like something I’m experiencing and going through, and it feels like something that will eventually pass, but I don’t want to quite express that as there are other things worth expressing in this present moment.

There is a world very much alive outside and it is one of beauty and prettiness, and there is a part of that world in here and I do like that it is in here also. I like that I’m sitting here, but I need to go out there more often as I’ve spent far too much of my time sitting down and doing nothing, and so I need to get back into action. I need to get back to doing things, and maybe this thing counts as doing things.

Then again, I should just spend more time outside but I’m not and now I’m repeating myself.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:32:04

I’m not sure as to what it was that I was going for with this one, but I don’t think I quite got there, if I am to be honest.

Written at home.