Going where?

attempting to make these words remarkable is taking considerable effort, both to stay on task with myself, but also in coordinating times at which to optimally indulge in creative endeavor… like writing, my life seems to twist and turn wherever the whim seems to move me, but there are faults to this inherency that can make a person want to phase out altogether… i get discomforted sitting in front of the blank blinking screen, waiting for that muse to strike when least expected to, but there is always to be a certain aspect of self-motivation to this whim… this carried-on thing… writing relieves the stress bordering on tension that the daily pin of existence amounts to, we all seem to place ourselves on this edge where the sparks fly up into our eyes, and the blinded in front lead the rest over the precipice… i describe well as the precipice gets close, but grow weary when i think of the lemming-like drops into the abyss, creating a water torture kind of continuity… a gradual trickling down afflicts the world with the loss of dreams, or maybe just an abstract fear based in believing there could ever be a loss of dreams… obviously not everything i write is going to be a jewel, but it is the effort of working through what isn’t just meat and tissue that makes this exercise worthwhile, not every word stands alone…. because you cannot understand the story without reading every word… the try is to take the self not too seriously, it is this stretch towards humor that takes the most time to process, and there is no time to waste when the culture advances by leaps and bounds with haste leaving everyone else to cope with it all so sluggishly… my writing absorbs and projects my insight whether deranged or wholesome is of no matter, but that it keeps going on is the single reason to drive forward, not for the sake of other peoples’ arguments… there should never be anything to fight over, but there were never many things that all people could agree upon, even now as the ages take a more blistering momentum forward… especially as my creative life becomes drawn into those A-B struggles that protrude onto the material plane…. always questioning that nexus of brash insight that compels me to move like this Here…

Thanks, khet.