Reflections
Its odd how reminiscing can bring back old thoughts.
As i stared at an image this morning, i just sat staring into space reflecting on time, i must have seemed un-interested, ignorant or vacant for a time, and only now i realised what state i was in.
Hard to describe what mood i was in, and probably something i will dwell on, on the journey home today, which is good as i im not driving.
I guess im lost for words, even now im still looking vacant. Staring at this white screen with little words to describe my feelings and thoughts. I thought about writing something in my usual Rhetoric style, but even those words are failing me. I'd imagine its a whole combination of the past week, all coming to an end, as this is my last nightshift, prehaps not...to be more asertive, its got nothing to do with work. *sigh*
Im not upset, or sad, or anything negative at all. My thoughts seem to be focused on an unusual frustration with myself that i cannot engage head on. I feel like im standing in the middle of the plaines with with no breeze, with an over cast sky, with a feeling that something has either just happened and i missed it, or something is about to happen. Eitherway, there is no sound to hint either one is, coming or going.
Provoked thought, by minds eye
Shadows vision of the present.
Laboured hour, ends in a toiled choices made,
Reflected in mirrored pools opon old cracked stone.
Silence viods the plane,
Where birds once flew,
and nature groomed.
In the distance a something lingers,
Neither appraoching, nor leaving mind
As i stared at an image this morning, i just sat staring into space reflecting on time, i must have seemed un-interested, ignorant or vacant for a time, and only now i realised what state i was in.
Hard to describe what mood i was in, and probably something i will dwell on, on the journey home today, which is good as i im not driving.
I guess im lost for words, even now im still looking vacant. Staring at this white screen with little words to describe my feelings and thoughts. I thought about writing something in my usual Rhetoric style, but even those words are failing me. I'd imagine its a whole combination of the past week, all coming to an end, as this is my last nightshift, prehaps not...to be more asertive, its got nothing to do with work. *sigh*
Im not upset, or sad, or anything negative at all. My thoughts seem to be focused on an unusual frustration with myself that i cannot engage head on. I feel like im standing in the middle of the plaines with with no breeze, with an over cast sky, with a feeling that something has either just happened and i missed it, or something is about to happen. Eitherway, there is no sound to hint either one is, coming or going.
Provoked thought, by minds eye
Shadows vision of the present.
Laboured hour, ends in a toiled choices made,
Reflected in mirrored pools opon old cracked stone.
Silence viods the plane,
Where birds once flew,
and nature groomed.
In the distance a something lingers,
Neither appraoching, nor leaving mind