I find it interesting, considering there is a perfectly good (if dusty) desk not four feet away with better lighting and seating, that I remain here. Sprawled out on my bed stomach first, my back aching to be flat and buried in my mattress.
You see dear void, this is it. This is the position I always find myself in around now. Tired and in want of a quiet mind, I am safest just as I am. Consider it my own personal fetal position. The only thing that changes is what I keep in front of me in times like these.
Tonight its my laptop, tomorrow it might be a book, a journal (of which I have many) the following night. Whatever dispels my nervous energy in the most efficient manner is what I choose. Already online and curled up nicely in bed, my mothers humming/snoring/something the only distracting/comforting sound I hear, another entry seemed convenient enough.
Now with three paragraphs that say and mean absolutely nothing, what kind of point could I make? Is there even a point to be made?
You see dear void, this is it. This is the position I always find myself in around now. Tired and in want of a quiet mind, I am safest just as I am. Consider it my own personal fetal position. The only thing that changes is what I keep in front of me in times like these.
Tonight its my laptop, tomorrow it might be a book, a journal (of which I have many) the following night. Whatever dispels my nervous energy in the most efficient manner is what I choose. Already online and curled up nicely in bed, my mothers humming/snoring/something the only distracting/comforting sound I hear, another entry seemed convenient enough.
Now with three paragraphs that say and mean absolutely nothing, what kind of point could I make? Is there even a point to be made?
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