these are none but shining hours-
As a disclaimer, I've begun this post with absolutely no plans, much less any general clue, as to where my words will take me. This is more or less free-flowing, and as of yet I've no idea where to start.
Ah, yes, the familiar blockage of thought has ensued! Perhaps the deviated septum is to blame? Perhaps not. Maybe I'm just afraid of whatever responsibilities that acknowledging or identifying any one of these abstract concepts will bring about. Maybe I'm just lazy. This isn't getting anywhere.
I have a love-hate relationship with the fact that, upon enough review of a certain writing style, I begin to emulate said style. It could mean that I'm picking and choosing to form my own sense of being, but really I think I'm just easily susceptible to being swallowed into other peoples' realities. God knows I fall to marketing strategies, why should this be any different? I haven't yet decided whether I'm evolving or devolving. Maybe just falling apart. Maybe just building more and more. Either way, I'm avoiding something. Idle hands. My life is the last thing I want to take control of.
This doesn't have a point, just a high level of what very well could be nonsense.
I don't know who I'm emulating now. Certainly not myself?
Nah. Couldn't be.
Living off the fat of the sweet sun shining..
What am I supposed to feel?
Tell me, I've forgotten how to know.
Ah, yes, the familiar blockage of thought has ensued! Perhaps the deviated septum is to blame? Perhaps not. Maybe I'm just afraid of whatever responsibilities that acknowledging or identifying any one of these abstract concepts will bring about. Maybe I'm just lazy. This isn't getting anywhere.
I have a love-hate relationship with the fact that, upon enough review of a certain writing style, I begin to emulate said style. It could mean that I'm picking and choosing to form my own sense of being, but really I think I'm just easily susceptible to being swallowed into other peoples' realities. God knows I fall to marketing strategies, why should this be any different? I haven't yet decided whether I'm evolving or devolving. Maybe just falling apart. Maybe just building more and more. Either way, I'm avoiding something. Idle hands. My life is the last thing I want to take control of.
This doesn't have a point, just a high level of what very well could be nonsense.
I don't know who I'm emulating now. Certainly not myself?
Nah. Couldn't be.
Living off the fat of the sweet sun shining..
What am I supposed to feel?
Tell me, I've forgotten how to know.