Alright, going to see if I can get some stuff done before work… again.

It’s nice. This is all nice. It’s nicer in here than it is out there, though that’s a matter of perspective, really.

What am I going to write? I’ve got nothing. I’m trying to let go and be free, but I just can’t today. My thoughts are wanting to be too aware and I don’t want to be aware of them, but they are here and I am here and so there’s a confluence of thoughts happening right now, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Such is the world of the way, as they don’t say.

So I sit here and I wonder “Is this all I have?” as maybe it is all I have. Maybe I’ve nothing left to offer, but that’s not something I want to face. It could just be that I need to warm up and get on with the getting on, and if that’s the case, then that should happen sooner rather than later. However, there is no telling with these things some of the time.

I know that wearing glasses seems to be impacting my ability to do much of anything, so I’ll blame those… even though I’m not wearing them at the present moment.

Sometimes you just have to deal with and accept that it’s your time to bow out, but now is not the time. I know that, somewhere within me, there is something left and I need to dig it up. I need to pull it up from the well. I need to get the bucket and fish it out and pull it out with the bucket, and go from there. That’s what I need to do.

I need to just think of something else to write.

I need to let go and feel the breeze as it falls through my hair and tries to pull my hair away from my head, and I need to stand there and pretend that I’m enjoying the sensation, which I might be to be fair. However, I likely wouldn’t in this particular scenario due to that being the only way the scenario works, but I think I might.

What else is there to say? I’m warm and that’s nice. It’s pleasant being warm. Actually, I’m not warm, but I’m close enough, and that’s pleasant enough. I’m feeling nauseous, though that will pass. I feel like I don’t get enough sleep, though I seldom have. It’d be nice to get a full night of sleep for a change, and maybe that will happen soon. I don’t know; I’m yet to get there.

I think that I’ll stop this bit of writing soon. I don’t think there’s much of anything in it. I tried, but I don’t think it’s working today. There’s other stuff to tackle anyway, so I should start working on doing those things. After that, I can then get on with the day and get through it.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:55:87

It could’ve been better. I think it could always be better, but this could’ve been better.

Written at work.