Yip, its been a while... Not so much a case of not having anything to say but rather a case of too much to say and not having the ability to express myself. Some express themselves through dance, the ink on their bodies, a certain lifestyle, art or simply words. I find that I write something and then sit and stare at what I have written. I am not sure if I am actually conveying the abstract idea of what I want to say, into words that the reader can understand in the full scope of what I have tried to illustrate or say. Fucking frustrating! I think it was Da Vinci who said that one does not finish art, one abandons it... ( not that my ramblings is in any way art...)
Summer has sprung on Spring's rebound. My artichokes are growing like plants possessed by Pan. Artichoke hearts and lemon butter... Food of the gods!
My roses are fragrant, disease free and beautiful and I have decided that since I am now about halfway on this journey ( life), it might be a good idea to marry my girlfriend, buy the big car, the big house and do the family thing again.
Strange thing - age. Tyres and brakes last longer and you get more miles to the tank... Even erections lasts longer... Interesting.
Summer has sprung on Spring's rebound. My artichokes are growing like plants possessed by Pan. Artichoke hearts and lemon butter... Food of the gods!
My roses are fragrant, disease free and beautiful and I have decided that since I am now about halfway on this journey ( life), it might be a good idea to marry my girlfriend, buy the big car, the big house and do the family thing again.
Strange thing - age. Tyres and brakes last longer and you get more miles to the tank... Even erections lasts longer... Interesting.
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I know exactly what you mean, having so much to say that you can't structure it in a rational cohesibve way. It comes out a shameful ramble, and the emotions and frustration the you're unable to express along with your ideas, builds up until you cant contain it. I find myself putting so much passion and emotion into meaningless arguments, cyclic, foolish conversations that end where they began, leaving me feeling rediculous and more frustrated than before. I don't even know what i'm trying to say anymore. It all becomes murky and confused, like too many paint colours smeared into a grey mush. Hmmmm, or am i reading too much into this? Wouldn't surprise me though... Haha. So, when shall you pop the question to the girlfriend?