I'm sure this is a sign that I'm in need of something stimulating in my life, after all chocolate is the next best thing, trouble is I'm craving it all day, thank god there's non in the house I could be in real trouble, calorie loading to the extent I seem to need it would be Well to be honest rather good for the figure...
I'm so bored again, live in the moment its said, its the journey that's important so ok I'll stop complaining, maybe I should think of something profound to put down here but given the only thing I have to work with up top is the size of a baked bean being a pea I don't stand much of a chance do I..
Can you imagine being able to create with the written word such classics as have been written by the greats, Shakespeare the depth of his work such insight and such beauty, where do these gifts come from ?? if all knowledge exists as it must can we therefore tap into it given the right attunement.
And if so how ?? I would love to be able to write well instead of what's seen here that at best is the mear ramblings of an intellect that has no real substance, frustrating but true..
I feel really ill, chuckupity kinda ill....not good...
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