Well you know what I recently found out...? I don’t have shit to
talk about, really, I have sat down multiple times with every intention of
producing something introspective or dissecting some facet of life that has
come to dominate my thoughts, or at least give a good story that we can all
laugh at but I have nothing. No interesting thoughts, no complex
opinions, no stories, no tales, no nothing. It's a little worrying when I
think about it. I have become use to letting by brain and thoughts pour
out on the page, using my writing as some sort of therapy. The action of
opening up and letting complete strangers into my thoughts and feeling had
become a very fulfilling exchange but now, nothing. I wonder does this
signify that my "counseling" sessions were a success and that you
all have helped me reach a point where instead of bottling things up and
writing about them, I now let those around me know exactly what I am feeling
and thinking at the exact moment that those things are happening? Lol I doubt
it... Maybe it just means that for now my energy is focused in a different
direction, maybe I'm just a little more consumed with making things happen and
not just describing what is going on. My life and my thoughts are
certainly much different from years, months, and days past but I don't really
know what that means. Good or bad, things are just different now.
Or maybe I'm just
full of shit and being lazy... not taking the time to dig deeper and find new
things that will serve to inspire me. I don't know which one of these
conclusions falls closest to the truth but knowing me it is probably some
twisted combination of both. I guess we'll just have to wait and see...
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