⛧ Monday 10/16/2023 ⛧
Hard to nail down the time and the focus to communicate that I'm happy. You know? When it's bad, and all you've got is time, you sit and document the sadness. It's in everything. My writing, the music I'm listening to, the things I pull into me.... But then shit gets good. Times get happy and life flows from me life a fountain and suddenly I cease to exist. My journal hasn't been touched in days...weeks, let's be real. So the document of my life is sadness then gaps. At least I can say I'm out there experiencing it. Like sure, if I died tomorrow and all that was left of my was the raggedy spiral bounds then sure, yeah my life was just sad. But I guess I don't really care, like I know that's not true.
Life is flowing from me like a fountain right now. I'm full of it, and leaking from my seams.
I'm going to dump this little bit of thought into here and then I'm going to forget to write here for a month.