The Not Today Days
Then there are the tired days, the 'not today, world' days I'm in my own form of thinking - call it self preservation call it selfishness call it indulgent call it me needing me - more than some publicized technique. My strength needing to wane, my mind to empty its infinite data into the great unknown of nothingness that exists as much as the six senses constantly registering every atoms life matter into spiraling vortexes cycling and recycling past, present's futures, sifting through the wants, shuffling priorities, refining, defining, replenishing all that is old, new, modern, era dated, colorfully bland nothingness into a belief of could be but not me. Why not, unsure, unaware, unconcerned, over labeled, over criticized, punished thinking delivering hosts of rambunctious, minuscule possibilities to express with the censorship of personalities interfering with expressionist probabilities within bordered fantasies undefined drifting in and out of sleep writing while a...