The week has almost left and I feel it has left me behind, but that was due to my actions and not the actions that the week took. This one has gone by fast and I’ve done a lot of procrastination, and now I’m here. I’m here and I’m writing about it, and I’m letting myself be engulfed by the noise of the music blasting out of my speakers at the moment.
There are many moments out there and there are many more to come along, and I must spend less time being wasteful. I must spend more time not creating waste and I need to spend more time creating. Still, sometimes that is much easier said than done and so I sit here and I write away and I let myself be engulfed by the noise of this music, and that’s fine.
There’s something overwhelming in what I’m hearing and that too is fine. Perhaps I want to be overwhelmed and perhaps I just don’t want to do anything. Maybe it is that I want to do many things but I feel unable to do anything at all, and… well, we’re not going there right now as I don’t feel like going there. Besides which, I feel I’ve made the point pretty clear and I can’t think of what else I could add to whatever it is that I may or may not be saying.
Sometimes weeks go by and it all slips away and then you spend time wondering as to what happened. You’ve got to keep an eye on the whole thing (whatever that thing may be) and you’ve got to try and stay focused where you can so as to be able to get things across in a better manner than you may be doing. Sometimes you don’t need to do a thing, but it is good to do thing where you can (and if you can).
It is dark outside as daylight savings has come to an end and my hands are warm, but I still feel unable to get things done so I will keep on powering forward with whatever this is. I want to get this written and then move toward whatever else is next. I want to not write about these things. I want to write about other things instead and I want to be engulfed by this noise which makes me want to just stare at my ceiling and do nothing for a while due to what it makes me feel, but I must push on and I must keep on going as, if I don’t, then all of this crap won’t write itself. Only I can write all of this crap and so I keep on writing it in the hopes that it comes out and comes forward and all that other stuff.
So anyway, I think I’ve said all that I can say right now so I will work out what words I’ll use to end this right now.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:38:81
This was one of those things where I needed to write and so I did.
The result is not good, but… it’s not good.
Quick writing time though.
Written at home.