There are times that you feel you have no purpose where you are.
Yesterday was one of those days.
I sat. I read. I did nothing productive because there was nothing productive to do.
Then I considered "hipsters". Looked it up. How do they make me feel? Well, I will tell you.
I feel better about letting go because I know that hipsters do not lend themselves to being loved or coveted. They just don't care. And when they do, they don't consider the consequences.
Time to stop thinking about it self. Time to move on, because a person like that is not worth wasting brain power on.
Sadly, there are parts of the brain that one never has complete control over.
Am I really here? Yes. But it's hard to feel that way sometimes.
Existence is such a tricky concept.
Then there is hunger. For things I don't have. For things I lack. For interaction. For proximity. That which is missing.
Tell me that what I'm doing is right. Remind me that some things that I do are wrong. Hold myself accountable. I don't do this enough.
Time to end.
Mottled Light
the way my mind feels sometimes, waiting for a breakthrough.
