Perhaps it's not just the desire to slowly pass away the extra time I have but something else. It could be the urge to be heard but not having to speak, or to compose a small entry without taking up space and feeling compelled to fill it.
But whatever it is there have been many times during my days that I have wished so dearly to have my journal and pen but then I realize that I don't have enough thought to write even a full page... And I can't do that. So I spend the rest of the day with whatever I was thinking racing around my head. It slowly drags me down into a mellow and often sad area of my life that I hate returning to.
Maybe with this I can free myself of those circling thoughts and remain standing on a brighter side of life. But don't expect much. I know for a fact that they will be random, in topic and in post date. My first blog was not a success, so I will struggle finding a rhythm in which I can write at an even pace.
Maybe I am talking to no one, maybe there is someone listening.
Maybe this is just wasting the time I'm ungrateful for...
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