The wheel in the sky keeps on turnin’
Revelation 4: I never figured that my own head would be my worst enemy.
I put too much on myself. I keep thinking that all these worries are my own responsibility to solve, and my only true responsibility remains untouched, and the prison of my mind locks me in deeper so.
Where does that leave me now? It seems like a while since I have produced anything that should be deemed worthy of audience viewing. I lack inspiration, and from recent events I have none. This journal has suffered as much as myself, and I have only myself to blame. What started as a thesis, has turned to theatricality. My wisdom has waged war, and my darkest fears are friends with my soul.
I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow. But I do know that as long as I have my computer, I have a voice. The words on the screen are the result of years of creative conflict, and while I continue to type, I realise that I will never lose inspiration. The ideas remain strong inside. My strength remains, resting.
…for tomorrow
~NP~