I’m back to it again. Back here, thinking up my own nonsense. Something to write down to take the sting off of things in my own way. I guess I’m back to the beginning of progression – the way things were before. I get this way though, with no one at fault but myself. But it’s something to think about – something I’ve ocassionally brought up in my mind, but didn’t care to think of any further.
The key to all of this nonsense is practically invisible. Invisible wandering through everything. It’s frustrating at times. Hard to really figure out anything. What really matters? It’s silly. How could I possibly know? The confusion corroding my thoughts is too overbearing to even try to conclude anything.
But maybe it’s not about conclusions. Maybe it’s about self-understanding, or maybe it’s about being accepting or accepting things in general. I guess it’s something to think about. Not that I’d want to, but maybe I should. It just might be the answer – the end of the clutter and the irony of mindless thinking.
But really, it’s only a little something. Something to write down; a little way to take the sting out of things. The insensible nonsense. The intolerable clutter. A way back to solid ground.
Yet, I guess I could say it’s not really the answer to certainty or in-depth understanding at all. It’s just a way to break the ice, without really breaking it at all.
