popped awake from a weird dream and with a compulsion to act. setting it here.
i think too damn much
every now and then it occurs to me how much of the mess in my head is self-inflicted. pun. entendre. hah. actually, it occurred to me again tonight as i wrote those words to another and realized in the moment of the writing that i was talking to myself more than to them.
endings rarely are, except when chosen
someone recently wrote: “Most every game is exhausted of its lessons, eventually. The player who has become bored with a game, and the player who decides a game has been mastered, reach the same end, and stop playing.”
waking dream
i spent most of today out and about. the beach. the boardwalk. a movie. the beach again. drowsy and semi-wakeful, i had a dream.
generally… meh
there are a few people who will know what that three letter word means. not many.
ache and realization
they always come together, you know. synchronicity is a blessing that often feels like a curse. two items, logged here for further thought. no commentary but this, in this moment. and this, likely too much.