Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1145: Cycle Among Cycles

It is a long day ahead and there is a lot that needs to be done within a very short period. I keep putting myself into these situations, but I will blame everything else for no apparent reason.

Maybe I should slow down a bit right now, but I don’t want to. I want to get this written and I want to get a few more things done before I do some other things. There is work that I will be doing tonight and so, as I leave in a few hours I need to get done what I can get done sooner rather than later. Such is the way of things, I suppose.

Anyway, I need to work out as to where I’m going with this. I’m thinking about this whilst it rains outside, but the rain is not continuous. It is segmented and its segments might for something continuous, but the breaks in the rain create a break in its form that extends over a period of time and so it is not continuous. I guess what I’m trying to do here is create some sort of simile, but this does not work as one, so maybe it’s something else. I don’t know.

Anyway, the sun is now out and I sit here. The battery for my camera charges and soon it will be fully charged. Soon it will be ready. Soon I will need to get ready for whatever happens tonight. There is a drive ahead and I need to be prepared for that drive. I won’t get home until late, but that’s fine. There will be plenty of opportunity to take photos and that matters to me more as tonight I work as a photographer.

I think that I need to try and find some continuous thread throughout all of this as what I’m writing and what I want to write are not similar. I want to write something that makes sense and is not a series of random thoughts, but perhaps this is where I am stuck. Perhaps I am stuck to a magnet and the magnet gets bigger whilst I get smaller. I don’t know what to do but this is the situation I’ve put myself in. Where do I go from here? Is there anywhere to go from here? Well, there is, but that’s not something I feel is worth getting into.

There’s a crack in the clouds, though maybe it is more of a tear. There is a space and more light shines through, and for a few moments the damp ground glows and shines with the sun’s light. It is bright, but also dulled. It is a mix of things and I associate it with a sense of beauty, though maybe it’s more that I associate it with warmth and the beauty is just a surface reading. I don’t know, but I appreciate it and it soon fades away as it was a brief moment in time; A cycle among cycles.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:29:36

I feel like I was too messy with focus at the start which harmed the overall flow of this.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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