Pandora radio. Thats all I'm saying.
It's a dreary day. The rain pours down, echoing throughout the house. I have a lot on my mind, and the weather has done nothing but exacerbate the heaviness in my head.
Oh, surely... it's nothing bad. Just heavy. Thoughts flitter like iron sparks, catching hold and igniting momentarily. I wish I had words for this.
My dreams have been dark, yet hopeful. I suppose that is the vein. I haven't been writing, and because of that I may lose my site. But I am writing right now, nothing and randomness.
I have this love/hate relationship with online journals. I tend to purge everything, and then take it one step further and purge the journal. I have tried this many times and have lost some really wonderful things in the process. Perhaps this time I wont be so hasty. My memory is shot and really, if I dont write it down it is gone. So this is a new start.
Life is complex. It doesnt seem to get any easier with age, only a tidge more clear. I have so much to say, to throw out there but its hard, and I have time, right?
My life is full. Not overwhelmingly so, now. I took a big step and cleared the clutter. It still lingers.
I cant say any more right now. i will edit this later.