Profound, hey?
I’ve spent my life time looking for an adequate place to press pause, in which I could sloppily summarize the first half of happenings and further explain them through the already tedious task of expanding on “what happens next”. It became a paralyzing chore, as nothing ever felt right and so I realized time and time again that all lines drawn would be arbitrary and fairly meaningless.
And that annoys me.
I’d like nothing more than to breathe meaning into everything that’s occured through writing about it to any capacity - meaning, or sense. But sense is also arbitrary and limited to the user. And, so, I crane my head backwards and upsidedown, squinting as if I could zoom in on the horizon and explore the vast crevasses of space and the extra terrestrial.
However, my cats are a little less understanding of my predicament, and rather than support my endeavors, have chosen to tangle themselves in my hair.
I suppose I should leave my bed.
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