Record of the Rest of the World in the Ever-after
Assessment 4
Consider most what you dictate to the emptiness. Regard it with heavy heart, mind, and posture. The most lips and eyes and ears take residence there. Consider it most.
Somethings are listening.
Feeling the itching of weight loss.
Regaining cold freedom, cold familiarity.
Straining against the loftiness of openness.
When I speak to myself, when I Vlog to the document, this is what congeals.
I need to do more to think more. Experience more to be experienced. Have a motivation and purpose to provide, to give back.
Anchors aweigh
There are figments, fragments, of contentment. Lately I’ve considered what I can and can’t change and found some comfort there. I am not going to change much, if ever, again.
I’ve chiseled away at the most toxic and hindering aspects of my personality, but you begin to question even that. You weather easier once you’re hewn.
I think I’ll go read that musty old tome the alcoholic had no intention of changing a generation with.