I've Been obsessing lately on school and other things, mind cluttered and fractured. I need something I can control, something I can have a physical effect on.
I forget to be while out these days. I rushi about mind on everything but where I am, what I'm doing, like young Luke Skywalker. Today I'll sweat, feel the heat drain me along with those meddlesome worries.
I write still but not the subjects I want weighed down by the thoughts of men dead two hundred years. Deep thought to be sure but the energy tied up in trying to spew back their words/ life mission in an acceptable manner is tiring. I criticize myself at every turn, the result is little progress.
I'll get there.😊
I just have to whine from time to time.
In the interests of keeping it real...
The ground is saturated. Too wet to cut.
I guess it's back to Pater, Matthew, and Arnold.
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