Nothing More To Say (Pt 2)
I’m back… or at least my fingers are, I don’t know about my mind, I do think that’s in solitude. You would think I would learn my lesson I mean after soo many years of me just fucking writing and writing like my words will be a Shakespeare play someday but that probably is not the case here. I am clearly just speaking to myself except on writing form… Like if I was saying this to myself in real life I would defiantly get weird looks and whined up in a padded room. Do you think those rooms have air conditioning? I guess that’s not the point.
What is the point though? Do I ever make a point or am I just always rambling about things that merely only exist in my own mind? I know I do tend to ask more questions then I answer, I guess you gotta question everything!
I have been questioning everything, to the point where I would question me questioning it. I guess that would be called second guessing but I mean I second guess my second guessing… I think. I know I do question everything though, I have to be certain its what I want at the time so then I could reflect back probably a few hours later and hope it was no regrets involved. Its good to live on the thought of ‘things happen for a reason’ its comforting, like fate has a goal for all of us or maybe we find our own goals but fate still has the road lined up with lights… Any path we choose.
I guess what I always wonder is that ‘when does things start to turn ‘your way’? There is getting good luck and getting bad luck and having bad days but when does that moment come when things just fall into place? Is it usually out of the blue? Or do you have to strive for it? What I DO know now is that I am no longer going to expect people to understand how much I want something. I will put it in their hands, let them hold it, fondle it but then I will snatch it away and prove just how much I want what I say I want. Success.
Keep an eye out for me.
