I tend to get frustrated a lot.
And nothing I do, whether it be an attempt to rid me of said stress, or just anything to try and calm or soothe or make joyful myself and anyone else, helps.
Everything I do must be a dilemma.
Simplicity within my own head would be nice sometimes.
Because even if I forget one thing,
there is another lurking in the swells.
I don't really want to talk about anything.
But I do. Every single day. Out of a wretched habit.
A ritual. A routine that I've fallen into.
You know, I think perhaps it's time to be quiet.
Because when I talk, I only complicate.
And no one would mind.
In fact, I like listening to Annemarie, Jordan, Spencer, Mason, Nicole, Avery, Wade..etc. more than I like the sound of my own whining. Or my own questions.
Perhaps it's time to ponder.
It's time to focus.
And time to un-focus, if you get my meaning.
But within all this solitude,
it would be nice to have a comrade.