My thoughts about my life and other things, without any poetry or rhyme.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sometimes I feel like my life is just this tangled mess of things to do, miscellaneous tasks to accomplish, endless bills to pay, and driving destinations that don't take me anywhere. I want to just take a break from it all and go on a mental vacation. The problem is, that evenually I would have to return to my life and the insanity of it would have increased exponentially with each moment I was away. Funny how that works, isn't it? No matter what I do to try and slow things down, it never seems to work. Anything put aside, is only delayed. Anything delayed, is added to the ever growing heap of doodoo that I can't escape. So what gets sacrificed? The things that actually do bring me a little peace. I can't delete things like taking the kids to school, or paying the phone bill, or shopping for groceries. There never seems to be enough hours in the day to do all these things, much less write, or go for a walk on the beach. What I can do is dream. I dream up my poems. I dream of a time when I'll have more time. I keep trying to get things done, and somehow write in between. It'll happen one day, at least I hope it will.