my times

calm

today is Sunday, it's been alright.. I am sitting trying to do something at least a little bit creative since I feel like weeks come and go when I don't work towards expression of any type. It's bad, I feel like that's something I can excel at but it takes work.

The difference between it taking work now and when I was younger is that when I was younger I was so consumed by the idea of creating that it was a living breathing need. Like eating or breathing, now as time has chiseled away at me some and taken a few rough edges off, it's started to become something that takes effort. Still as exciting and rewarding but my life has begun to choke it out like weeds keeping roses from growing. I don't know if that's right... anyway blah blah blah... ten four on the bogie nine.

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