Wayward thoughts - Pause
Today I am not writing any blog. It is dark, but not quite as dark as I’d like it to be. It is cool, but not quite cool for me to seek warmth. How does the temperature and time affect what one writes? It does. But that is not the reason I am not writing. I am not writing because I feel like not writing. I want to be unwritten today. It is not that I am doing something else. I am writing to say I am not writing.
Does it make sense? Yes. You have to sometimes go somewhere to realise that that is not the place for you.
See this picture. These are buildings. There are people inside. But, all you can see are lights. Lights in a drunken stupor, Lights that seem like commas, pauses, waiting for something to be said beyond what they have said…
I am a comma, waiting to be completed. Sentenced.