I went in today, to work i mean. I went in yesterday as well, and probably i will again tomorrow. I have loads of things to do to occupy my time, and i love my life right now. So why does it feel so empty? I dont understand what makes a person feel fulfilled and contented. My writing is back on track, i am working on making all the characters real people, i am doodling (not quite drawing) but its a start. Mums still gone, apparently that wont change. Do you ever get over something like that, or do you just not dwell on it too much?
I have lovely people around me who want me around too apparently, which is something i havent had in a long time. But still, well, i dont know. I feel a shift coming, a need for something else to change, but in a good way this time. A positive thing to walk around the corner and rather than punch me in the face, give me a huge bunch of flowers or maybe a horse. A million punds would do it too mind.
Trailing in the darkness is a winding path, it leads from nowhere to nowhere and along it are only thoughts dropped by the wayside. If anyone could walk along that road, what would they make of the things they found there?