Write.
Thoughts.
I have none.
It’s been a struggle to fall back to the ease of putting these thoughts into this void. It’s been a struggle to come and do my little finger tapping and make it seem worthwhile.
It seems that most of these little entries nowadays are about what’s been happening in my daily life, work, outings, and other musings and not much about who I am.
It’s changed.
It’s changed so much from what it was, just even from a few years ago.
But then again, so much has changed in my life in the past few years.
Slowly, things get better.
Slowly, my life change.
Slowly, I grow.
Slowly, my therapy worked.
So, now, do I have anything much to say?
I don’t know.
I don’t know anymore.
Maybe it is time for me to fall back into my creative endeavors. Maybe it is time for me to get back on that script, or those short stories that I owe.
Maybe.
Maybe this will be the last one of these entries in a while.
I think it just might be.
Quiet.
My mind.
Quieter.
My usual thoughts swim around, but they aren’t as active as they once were.
Quiet.
My mind.
There’s a chance that I may get back to that little sense of normal that I once had.
I want the old normal back and there’s a glimmer of hope. It’s there. I have to reach for it.
Ease my mind.
Quiet my desires.
Solitude.
Tranquil.
There’s hope.
There’s a chance.
I experienced that normal last night. I turned off my iPad and did what I normally do, read a book.
Turtles All the Way Down.
My life, there’s no explanation. It’s just turtles all the way down
There once was a time where a million dreams are keeping me awake.
Now, not so much.
I close my eyes and fall asleep, a little bit at first and then all at once.
There aren’t issues like when I was younger, tossing and turning as a million dreams are keeping me awake. I sleep and forget.
I close my eyes and clear my mind. No more dreaming or wishing of better things.
No more.
No more desires.
None.
I close my eyes and it’s blackness.
If I’m lucky, my synapses fires and flickering images fill my vision.
To dream.
To relax.