The Days Continue To Seem Longer And Longer.
I Can’t Sleep.
I Can’t Properly Express Myself.
In Day To Day Life, My People Skills Are Failing…
…Though I Never Really Had Any To Begin With.
I Can Talk Myself A Blue Streak, But I Just Don’t Seem To Make Sense.
Nor Do I Honestly Ever, The Bulk Of The Time.
I Continue To Flounder In An Endless Circle.
I Simply Don’t Understand Myself A Lot Of The Time.
Why Must I Just Tinker And Putter With Things I Find Important?
I Want To Write.
Write Like I Used To.
Like I Liked To.
Reckless-Abandoned In Full-Force-Mode.
The Rest Be Damned, Ya Know?!
I’m Just Thinking Toooo Much.
Therefore, I Feel Like I Accomplish Very Little.
It Just Doesn’t Look Right.
It Just Doesn’t Feel Right.
When I Read Things Aloud, They Just Don’t Say What I’m Wanting It To Really Say.
Like Really REALLY Say.
SO…
…I’m Going To Re-Start Something That I Used To Do Constantly.
I’m Going To Start Keeping A Journal Again.
I Feel I Must.
When You Can’t Stop Thinking, You Eventually Realize That’s No Way To Think At All, Fo SHO.
Everything Gets Muddled.
You Have To Just Put It ALL Down.
Pen To Paper.
If I Don’t…
…Well…
…Hmm…
…I Don’t Know.
So, What Do I Know?
I Do Know I’ll Never Say Everything Exactly Right.
I Do Know Most Things Lose Something With Repeats.
I Do Know “STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE“ Is Honestly The Superior “TREK“ Series, Though “STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION“ Will Always Be My Favorite.
I Do Know At One Point I Wanted To Have BURT REYNOLDS‘ Baby.
I Do Know I’m A Total Hack At Most Things In Life.
What Else Do I Know?!
In The Words Of Mr. GROUCHO MARX…
“…And East Is East, And West Is West, And If You Take Cranberries And Stew Them Like Applesauce It Tastes Much More Like Prunes Than Rhubarb Does…”
Everybody Got That?!?
GOOD!!!
‘Cause I Sure As Shit Don’t!!!
I Just Want To Write.
And Now…
…As I Sit Here, Writing In The Dark…
…I’ve Just Written Myself Into Another Circle.
DAMMIT.
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