Posted on by Benjamin Southall
Lots of thoughts happening only out number the number of events that fly by as the seconds pass. I am almost hauntingly reminded to the lyrics of Arramaieda’s Moving Ahead or Ruth Apelt’s Spider and the Fly. Deja vu also occurs spreading its wing in to predicting the fiction that I peruse in this supposed reality.
Productivity seems elusive, but that is probably because like so many other things I spend more time looking for it, then just ignoring it and existing and then it falling into my lap unnoticed.
Conflicts rage in my mind back and forth like the stormy sea as to what course of action would best ameliorate circumstances or whether circumstances aren’t things to be changed or just to be content with.
Restraints are missing as whimsy dances in the firelight, forlorn with the glistening flames, instead just seeking the warmth but remaining impervious to temperature despite the raindrops and fevers.
Here is to new chances to find what needs to be found, whether it appears to be there or not.
Benjamin Southall aka Appleman1234 🙂
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