rediscover the pulsar
Back to cryptic post titles. Back to typing things. Back to… here?
I suppose this could be yet another false start in my history of false starts. I could once again be talking about doing something and end up doing absolutely nothing. But that’s where the interesting part comes in- you don’t know if any of it’s true. Then again, I kind of don’t either.
So let’s do a quick round-up of my head. Apathy, confusion, boredom, hunger, anxiety, elation, exhaustion, hope, pity, humility, pessimism, pride, regret, stubbornness, futility, energy, aggression, jealousy, vengefulness, relaxation, aloofness, addiction, creativity, smugness. That should do it.
My dreams have gotten so weird and realistic that I sometimes have trouble discerning them and reality. It can be the case that at points in time I wish that one or the other were true. Unfortunately you can’t pick or choose. Sucks.
I wish I could come up with something funny right now, but it seems the tank is empty. So instead my wry prose is employed to fill the space between brain and nothingness. Funny how words can have so much power. How they can be twisted around. How they can hurt or heal.
I might just go lay down now. It seems the moments of the day where I get the most respite are those that involve me laying down and staring up at the ceiling. Or when I’m out and about doing fun things. But it’s time for a break now.
