Funny mood in These titles mean nothing.

I should be asleep.
Obviously I’m not.
I’m lonely.
Not bad lonely.
Just mildly lonely.
I’m not even sure what would make me feel better.
I don’t know what I want.
I want something though.
Either something I don’t have or something I have but I’ve forgotten I have. Something buried somewhere.
I’m itchy.
Restless.
I want out. I want to move. I want something new.
I want dazzling things. I want to sit up and take notice.
I want to go to a baseball game.
I want you to smile at me.
I want abstractions. I want concrete stuff too. I want a whole ready-mix truck full of surprises. Of comforts. Of beauty. Fill up the forms.
Seasons changing brings out edginess. I am satisfied with being unsatisfied.
I see dawns and sunsets. I watch the moon get big and small.
I wonder at time. I wonder where it went. I wonder how much is left.
I care and I don’t care.

Last updated April 14, 2015