It has been awhile since I’ve written anything on the computer, or pretty much anywhere for that matter. I could say I’ve been up to something so essential that mankind would benefit greatly from my efforts. I could say something like that but it would be a lie. I have thought a lot about writing and the sorts of things I could be writing or should be writing or what sort of things that people like or that I like or a lot of other things.
In all of the time of thinking, I’ve tried to mask the inward stare so I color it by playing games, finding words, building bridges, building walls, trying to take down walls, drinking coffee, working, losing what is left of my faith in most of humanity, clinging to a message written in sand and staring at shards of broken things that cut deeply in my grasp.
Spending time and thinking on sayings and weighing words, weighing thoughts and hoping for a the right chain of words to unlock all those doors
Lost in thought, lost in a mire of days
Looking for the beauty in things… hoping that it is there
I still haven’t been able to bring my mind back to a cohesive train of thoughts for my own words. My voice is still in my body.
In my ears it is a cacophony of ideas all at once and I can not find the single thread that is a solid idea, something to right the path.
Daily and nightly the world shows me so much of the things I do not want to see and I’m reminded of my own missteps and hear the words from the glove and look for the glass to see what is there.
I see a figure there but I wonder is what I see what others see
A flip of the coin, a point of the sword, a simple twist of fate
A step to the left instead of the right as Robert said has made all the difference
light instead of dread
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