All around bad, but still, not?
Wednesdays, how was my wednesday...?
Mix of all things, spiritual, organized, motivated, absurd, lovely, empty... a strange pie, lemme tell yah. More laid back. Gone with the flow. Accepted? Is this what I feel? Not accepted, but I am more receptively accepting my surroundings. Taking it in?
Quite peculiar.
What am I saying? What do I ever say? If there are words that I speak, what do they say? What do others with hearing perceive? Do they hear me, my words, or words then me? So many ways I could mumble this stuff.
All I know, is that I was full of happy aspirations last night. This morning, I was pulling and tugging on those same thoughts and feelings from last night. Come midday, loops were filling my mind. Then afternoon, gone about with some Pure-Folkish-Friends...It was calming. New, nervous & interesting. Went out. Filled with excitement. But still... at the end of the day, I experienced vomitus of all things good today. But, I let myself do such. Decided. There's no real disappointment for these things, only... acceptance still. Acceptance that some certain failure would satisfy my day, on my night's end.
Cryptic, and then not. Full in existence. With nothingness still intact,
damn I've gotta read that book.
Love? Kim?
