Unfolding, and I spend far too many hours wishing for sleep in a comfortable bed and almost any bed is comforting when I do not own one of my own.
I am avoiding the inevitable… the trip home bound calls and I have been too irresponsible for my own good.
The wind is screaming things today and I am still wanting sleep and to allow my dreams to weave magic with this howling outside my window.
I’ve been told I will thrive at anything I stick my mind to. And for now my thoughts stick to the wind. As soon as they are there; they are gone.
Sometimes I find it hard to put my finger on what I REALLY want.
Afraid of serving a cause of a ego maniacal need.
To get what I want, would pertain to success I’ve not been ready for; yet.
But today is a new day, a new reality.
living, doing being
eating, drinking, entertainment
taking every opportunity
making things happen
going with the flow
reflection while moving forward
accepting of blessings
moments found breathless
accepting of change
feeding the mind, body, and soul
enjoying moments of rest
Goal-less and soulful
i’ve got an earful
some with a humorist twist
my whole world is shifting
conventionality slips from my greasy finger tips
i grow in talent, but i want to cash in these chips
i’m just sick of barely surviving
i’m lying to myself
no one can help the helpless
i’ve just been stressed out at the proposition of asking
there are creative tasks that need blasting
and i am the task master for the job
i have a repertoire of craft
make you think
make you laugh
but despite the fact I find lacking
this hermit has been in hiding