there's always something to say yet never enough time to say it. My hands may type fast but they'll never type as fast as my head thinks so I lose a lot in the process of things. Censorship will take the rest and what is left is well... drivel.
No one likes to be censored it just happens. I don't plan on it and don't even plan on how I write excepting one constant. I write what is on my mind and they way I speak it in my head so if it all seems a mess, well just deal with it. At least there's never a dull moment. I just don't know how to "feel" on some days. I am trying to keep busy and don't think five cats and a sick kid won't help on that fact, but I just have these moments where I am void of all funny or cool though despite smiling secretly to myself and thinking back on the activities. Writer's block be damned! I just don't feel it today. Too much on my mind and too cold from the inside out despite the comfy climate here. My stomach is in knots and not from food. My head aches from no ill and my heart feels heavy without the burden of bad diet. Chasing a cat's tail is what it is. I feel like I'm turning circle after circle after circle. There is some great seed growing of accomplishment that I have yet to do. I know what it is and still I am crippled with apprehension. Movies don't do life justice unless they are the old sappy black and whites. The big productions and the hopes and dreams of the young actors and actresses. So why cannot my life be so wonderfully beautiful? It is already black and white in its darkness. Where is my Michel Maynard to sail to me from Madeira because he misses me so? (lead male character played by Charles Boyer in the movie "Love Affair" with Irene Dunne) Either way I may just lack enough ambition to get there. Random as they come are the thoughts of the thoughtful.~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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