Day 2515 Does it make sense to force myself to write. When I don't want to or have to catch a flight. Should I sit down and find the time to scribble something down. Clear out the heavens and the earth in order to type it out on the ground.
Daily posts – either fact or fiction – about what goes on in my life (includes thoughts too now)
Day 2515 Does it make sense to force myself to write. When I don't want to or have to catch a flight. Should I sit down and find the time to scribble something down. Clear out the heavens and the earth in order to type it out on the ground.
Day 2514 I'm quite happy with how I've managed to post what I owed, I got to write a few random pieces, I don't know if they're any good but they are now in the ether of the internet. I guess that's how you get better by posting your shit out there and see what sticks and what doesn't. Although I still feel like this platform is still a bubble, step removed from the mainstream, I also feel like the community is smaller than how it was during covid. Who knows really, I've been thinking about publishing beyond these walls and maybe going a bit more mainstream but there's always that aspect of fear holding me back. What if it truly isn't any good. But why should that matter deep down. I'm just doing this for the love of it. Realistically even if no one views this would it stop me from posting? No.
#Chapter25
Day Naught
Love. I never thought I'd experience like this. Love. Fairytales and Hollywood never told me was going to be like this. Love. The happiness, joy and I feel when I see you is indescribable. Love. From the ups and downs. Love. I'm grateful for knowing you. Love. For you showing me a new side of. Love. You've captured my heart and soul, filling me with Love. For eternity.
#TalesOfTheInbetween
Day Naught
The script. Why is scripted dialogue the benchmark? Like I don't understand this. Video essays and written ones always use film or television as the benchmark on how to navigate or interact with life. Like I don't get it, it's scripted and no one talks like that in real life. We talk over eachother, barely listen to what the other person is saying and many of us aren't able to think of witty things on the fly. We wallow about it for days thinking about what we should have said in the shower 😂
Day 2513 Well more I hurt my back. I'm not even old but I hurt it bad, but not so bad where it's unbearable but bad enough where it hurts when I move. It's really annoying because it wasn't even the backs fault but another body part. I'm trying to get healthy and started working out again where this isn't ideal but it's annoying because it's not even the fault of a body part but an external injury.
Fucking fragile shit.
#Chapter25
Day 2512 What do I do when I don't know what to write? Do I post ramblings about my day to fill my quota? It's hard to always have insights on the fly. Do I post nothing and let that knaw at me? It's hard to be creative just like that...the words to come to me like they used to and when they do they're eager to leave me stranded. I find it hard to find the time to put thought to paper. Perhaps I need to be quicker with capturing them.
#Chapter25
Day 2511 So I'm aware I've been absent this past week. What can I say; work has been busy, home life has been busy so unfortunately those things took a bit of a priority. So I'm looking to get back into the swing of things and resume our regular scheduled programming lol
#Chapter25
Day 2510 Being creative is super hard. Like one moment I have a bunch of thoughts and ideas, seems like walking really helps my creative process. The mundane aspect helps. The ambient music or noise on top of that. Then much like a dream as soon as I'm back in reality it's gone. I can't recall the concept or feeling of the moment of inspiration.
Day 2509 So I feel like I'm slowly starting to find a balance between the new shit I want to do, weekly tasks and project work. In the past I've realised I've gone all in and I end up burning myself out. Try to change the way I am and the way I function but the truth is I'm a very easy going person but more importantly I procrastinate like hell. So I'm finding that right balance to things. Instead of making myself write everyday I'll write ¾ times a week and that's replicated in other aspects too.
Day 2508 I miss me. I miss who I am and who I could have been.
I miss thee. Who you were and what could have been.
I miss us. The trust and the overwhelming lust.
Withering youth, expelled to dust. No way out, no way home.
Forced to forge. Imagination lost.
Who are we. Where have I gone.
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