Dear Diary
I don't know what is going on with me lately. I am just wandering around with my head in the clouds, blinded by the sweet doughy marshmallows that float ever so softly in the sky.
I am just an aimless wanderlust coming and going from life destinations that were never planned. Things just happen and happen and I just experience and experience.
Talking and joking, finding new relationships and new people to just chillax with. Just someone to trade barbs with. Just someone that can keep me on my toes as they help me stretch my mental process and save me from the boring daily grind of punching buttons all day.
Oh, how my life is just a series of connect the dots that form no discernable shape. It is a jumble mess of chaos.
Look closer. Look deeper. Just look and you will find a faint hint of form in the criss-crossing lines of traveled destination.
Where the next destination is, no one knows, but I open it up for discussion. Left. Right. Up. Down.
I have lost my word, I have lost my thoughts. I have lost the flow that flowed so easily. Maybe, I have just changed the way I write things. I don't know. I don't know.
Things have changed. Maybe I just need to write again without censor; to bring back the writing to where I started. From the heart, plain and simple without any lyrical sidebars. Maybe that's all I need. Simple heart. Simple truth. Just me and my feelings and my thoughts.
Maybe.
I am just an aimless wanderlust coming and going from life destinations that were never planned. Things just happen and happen and I just experience and experience.
Talking and joking, finding new relationships and new people to just chillax with. Just someone to trade barbs with. Just someone that can keep me on my toes as they help me stretch my mental process and save me from the boring daily grind of punching buttons all day.
Oh, how my life is just a series of connect the dots that form no discernable shape. It is a jumble mess of chaos.
Look closer. Look deeper. Just look and you will find a faint hint of form in the criss-crossing lines of traveled destination.
Where the next destination is, no one knows, but I open it up for discussion. Left. Right. Up. Down.
I have lost my word, I have lost my thoughts. I have lost the flow that flowed so easily. Maybe, I have just changed the way I write things. I don't know. I don't know.
Things have changed. Maybe I just need to write again without censor; to bring back the writing to where I started. From the heart, plain and simple without any lyrical sidebars. Maybe that's all I need. Simple heart. Simple truth. Just me and my feelings and my thoughts.
Maybe.