I've got no plans for the day; I'm simply waiting for the evening to come. I sit around without a care. Although the forthcoming fall will bring many challenges and problems, I have no time to worry about them right now. Life without a meaning is the most meaningful life. I have a purpose, though. If only the people who know me could understand my point of view. Maybe then they would stop forcing their own thoughts in my place, quit thinking that they know what I am thinking. To exist is everything. To exist is nothing. I wish people would realize that the criteria of being is conventional. Think about what you are thinking and don't tell me what to think. And so the morning goes...
A beautiful August morning greets me, as I sit on my couch without anything to do. It is weird how simple and small things can have a huge impact on the flow of existence. I'm getting old, but she keeps me young...
Maybe I should quit writing; it does not offer me much anymore. I'm lost for words. Don't think too much, but take the chances you've got. You might get hurt, but in the end it does not matter. Is that all I can say?
Loneliness still comforts me, but it is different now. Everything is different. The whole flow of the continuance of moments is different. And all I needed was something unpredictable. And yes, I've had the time of my life...
