As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death and should be cleaning up the house instead of writing on the blog, I couldn’t help but share some things with y’all.
Now I don’t know why I keep on hearing the begining of the first paragraph, with the “valley” thing, but it does slip into my mind quite often. Don’t think it’s a sign. Believe it’s rather a desire for greatness and a sorrow I haven’t burried yet.
So… I have a problem. Each night, before sleep fills my mind, I get so many thoughts I’d like to share… But the moment I turn on my computer and start righting, they all vanish, like a dream never to be told. It’s weird. And it’s a problem I’ve been having for ages.
I keep on writing long texts, with no meaning, and a friend of mine says they bore her. But most of the times I lose the ability to be coherent.
Anyhow…
The text I sent to the competition. I don’t think it’s a winner. That doesn’t necessarily sadden me. It more like makes me love and miss London even more. Love and miss the UK. My land. My home.
Today I met 80% of my favourite people at Starbucks. And I left a too small tip. That is on my mind, just to see how ****** up my mind really is. Why didn’t I leave the extra buck? LOL I love these people.
A few nights ago thoughts that could’ve been the beginning of a gorgeous novel came to mind just before sleep. And then I lost them all, as usual.
I want to write a text about how my friend, Barista, thinks.
Wouldn’t it be lovely if she just let her thoughts, exactly as they are, on the page? Wouldn’t it be liberating?
I’m gonna try and write it, just like she tells me, but if it is too bad then I won’t publish it.
And I know I should quit smoking, and I know life’s short. And I know so many things…
Last night I couldn’t help but wonder if I am what I believe myself to be or if it’s all an illusion.
And I think I’m done. I’d rather do anythin’, but clean up. How lame is that?
xxxxxx
Still no pictures.
