I miss writing!!
There is no fancy way of telling that,
No artistic poem to convey that.
I just find myself running after time and all its companions.
Just when I almost catch up with the gang,
The rawness of the vegetables and the fish call out to me,
And giving an awesome ring in this situation is my stomach that goes "Grr argh blah blah blah"
"Oh!Time, I must let you go". It is time to conjure up something from the fridge to feed 2 hungry souls!!
This has not been the the story for 4 months now. It has been different little elements that catch my behind and say "Tan-ta-tan".
I've got things like cleaning, jumping, driving, pillion-ing, buying, selling, marketing, savming, bouncing, winning, swimming, tripping, and then on and and on goes those elements.
I recently read a saying that goes like this, "No one is ever busy. It is just the priorities!"
Im not sure if I want to agree or disagree. Who would take up writing and other habits when you are lying on the doorstep of your fridge writhing in hunger!!
Who would follow those passions when there is pounding in the head with a list of things to do!!
Wow! It ain't priorities. It is the duh-uh necessities.
It is something that would just need to be done if you wanna take a glance at the new day's rays.
Well anyways, now that I have got some time on my hands It is time to just be thankful for a few little minutes for the strength the heaven master has given me to get through these months. Guiding us so beautifully.
Well So much this little head wants to say, so much this little heart wants to speak, it is just annoying that they just never find the right words to come out.
I miss writing and I stick by it!
Miss it so much so that all the little fire I had to connect Words and all their Ghosts is dying out. Time to spark it up a bit.
Time, here I come. Don't bail out on me now!!
Finally Writing Mabre.
There is no fancy way of telling that,
No artistic poem to convey that.
I just find myself running after time and all its companions.
Just when I almost catch up with the gang,
The rawness of the vegetables and the fish call out to me,
And giving an awesome ring in this situation is my stomach that goes "Grr argh blah blah blah"
"Oh!Time, I must let you go". It is time to conjure up something from the fridge to feed 2 hungry souls!!
This has not been the the story for 4 months now. It has been different little elements that catch my behind and say "Tan-ta-tan".
I've got things like cleaning, jumping, driving, pillion-ing, buying, selling, marketing, savming, bouncing, winning, swimming, tripping, and then on and and on goes those elements.
I recently read a saying that goes like this, "No one is ever busy. It is just the priorities!"
Im not sure if I want to agree or disagree. Who would take up writing and other habits when you are lying on the doorstep of your fridge writhing in hunger!!
Who would follow those passions when there is pounding in the head with a list of things to do!!
Wow! It ain't priorities. It is the duh-uh necessities.
It is something that would just need to be done if you wanna take a glance at the new day's rays.
Well anyways, now that I have got some time on my hands It is time to just be thankful for a few little minutes for the strength the heaven master has given me to get through these months. Guiding us so beautifully.
Well So much this little head wants to say, so much this little heart wants to speak, it is just annoying that they just never find the right words to come out.
I miss writing and I stick by it!
Miss it so much so that all the little fire I had to connect Words and all their Ghosts is dying out. Time to spark it up a bit.
Time, here I come. Don't bail out on me now!!
Finally Writing Mabre.
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