It’s cold but I’m going to do my best to get this done as soon work starts and I need to do the work in order to earn the money in order to keep going on with things.
I sit here and I bang away at the keyboard. I express things but I don’t express them in a way that make sense. Sometimes I wonder if the clouds drifting on by are representative of my thoughts floating away as I narrow down on one singular thing. Of course, there is no guarantee of this and I’m just projecting something onto an external force that exists so as to be able to create some sort of relation so as to be able to make things more simple to explain in some manner, but at the end of the day it all ends up meaningless piffle.
That is to say that I’m using a lot of words to say very little, but perhaps that says a lot about something that I am yet to understand.
Anyway, I think that now in expressing that I can appreciate the music that is swirling around the room, though it isn’t really as it is just coming out of the speakers on my desk and it is quiet for it is not yet time to be loud with things. That will come later so for now it remains soft and quiet and gentle which is kind of a contrast as the sounds that are coming out of the speakers on my desk suggest something a bit more menacing and eerie and uncomfortable. They suggest a dread, albeit a gentle one due to the volume being low.
The sun filters onto my desk and that is filtering through a window. It creates a sense of morning as it currently is morning. It also creates a sense of waking up and in that waking up it is morning (though some people wake at night due to various reasons) and as such it is a time to take action and get things done before there is no longer any time to get things done. Such is the way of things, I suppose.
I think I’ve stopped throwing things at the wall and now I’m just throwi0ng myself at the wall to see if I stick. Sure, it might be a bit drastic, but sometimes that is the way that things go. Sometimes you just keep on going with things and eventually you break through, but I think the wall might be too thick. As such, it might just be better to stop, but I cannot stop as I’m currently on a role and in that role I have to keep on rolling so as to get whatever it is that I’m trying to get across across.
Maybe that won’t happen today, but at least the gentle breeze outside rustles the leaves as the branches sway and that is something nice.
That also has nothing to do with this writing.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:44:12
So I knocked this out this morning before work started and then work started.
It was an intense day.
When I started this bit of writing the only aim I had in mind was to finish as quickly as possible. I think that, had I not done so, the result would’ve been better. Oh well.
Written at home.