I just haven't been inspired.
Recently, when I do feel like I have something to say, I usually find something else to do to occupy my time and regret the fact that I lost valuable time later.
As I ponder on this, I am upset with the fact that I ignored creativity and then I get the sick thought that every bit of inspiration I have been blessed with will somehow get sopped up because I am not doing anything productive with my life at the time.
This kind of thinking does a person in when everyone else is out.
This kind of thinking ultimately wins in the end if someone will let it.
And, this is why people make nothing of their lives.
I am not complaining.
It's just truth.
This is not anger.
It's just truth.
So, I go about my day thinking of ways to make this life everything it can be in the amount of time that I am awake, and I leave my sleeping for dreaming.
And, if there is nothing to get into, I analyze the world around me.
Not the people.
The world.
When the literal world is as corrupt as its people are, I'll lock myself indoors or something.
No need to sun bathe when the sun realizes that we actually need him.
Today, I dressed myself in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and walked outside with no shoes or socks to feel the ground on my feet.
I walked through some rocks.
I sunk in some mud.
I breathed in the air.
I imagined I was on a beach because the air was thick enough.
I let my senses take a hold of my morning.
I ran some coffee through a coffee press and opened my blinds.
I think February 8 will rain all day because the thunder sounds like caged animals and the air is about as heavy as the clouds look.
It is pushing over trees when it blows.
This is Kansas weather.
I am just waiting for a tornado to pick up my house and take me to an imagination.
I saw it in a movie once.
