Distractions certainly aren’t dwindling inside my head as we all hide inside our homes
from winter winds. It feels like a cluttered, mothballed old library up there. Dust
settles on past pleasures of adventures and a dimly lit corner of love & romance.
With an over bearing presence to be quiet! That’d be an unspoken presence of
course. I don’t particularly know where those distractions come from however, it’s not
from interest. Maybe it’s from being unable to settle? A need to do something but
unsure what that something is. It can make time alone far from relaxing and time with
people unbearable. Only sometimes mind. I think we all feel it & trying to address it
leads us to asking why? At that point my mind blurts out “Well, why do we do
anything?” which takes me to a crossroads. On lazier days I’ll block out that thought
and go and get a cheese toasty or look at pictures of dogs or something. On other
days I open up my eyes and contemplate the world. I watch the sunset or call a friend
(Mocking them so). Maybe I strum the guitar, feeling very much like a hero. It’s at
those moments that make me realise why! Other days I just hide back in my library.
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