Good things don’t last.
the flashing cursor burns a line on the back of my retina, urging my fingers to move across the keyboard, my mind to spurt out endless amounts of meaningless words, sentences so stuffed with padding, that when it is all removed, no message remains
Ashleigh once said of her desire to blog
(I need)… a little pensive therapy…some literary relief…
I used to blog often, less and less as time wore on. It is hard to these days.
There is light at the end of the tunnel, but I think I prefer the dark. Cold, gloomy days, conducive of deep thought, an awareness of the universe unattainable in the blinding sunlight. The power of a storm.
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