So I'm lazy... but why can't I sleep? Are there heavy thoughts weighing down my mind like sand bags thrown outside to dangle from a hot air balloon? What is preventing me from floating off to dream land?
Let me think this one thru...I got time, and I can't sleep anyway...
So what's going on with me?
Well, I have re-started a project and I am EXCITED, full of ideas and ways to develop characters, symbols and themes etc.
So that's good, in a way... You see...Spring break ends soon, meaning back to the grind leaving little time to write. So inspiration: good, lack of time to write: not so good.
But that's not what's keeping me awake.
Hmph, Maybe it's some unresolved issue(s), that require(s) some attention. Maybe...
Maybe I'm just bored and don’t know what do to with myself.
I need a new adventure. I have been feeling tired of what I do, where I go and what I see-- same places, same faces.
Well hold on now, the other night a buddy of mine and I took BART to the other side of the Bay to check out a pub that randomly caught our eye on the internet. Yeah that was fun... unfamiliar place and all new faces. Yeah, there were some kooky characters in that spot, but you know... I really fell in the love with the space outside of the place. I stepped outside the pub while my buddy was getting his ear chewed off by some guy talking about the stock market. I had to leave that conversation.
Outside it was a calm night, this main street rather quiet, people went elsewhere for Spring Break leaving the avenue relatively quiet. I browsed the scene. It was so refreshing to look at these vaguely familiar surroundings; I was here a year or two ago... I forget why...
The street was wide... and the air was cool. I noticed the fronts of 2 movie theaters but a few spaces down from one another. One of them showed a few older movies...
It was nice...peaceful. It made me think of...
Ok…let these thoughts guide me a slumber and take me under.
I'm ready to *attempt* to go to sleep again. Wish me luck.
Mr. Sandman send me a dream...lift me light like a hot air balloon in flight, or how about dropping a sand bag from above stage on my head as I stand acting a part. PLEASE! something just knock me out-- a left hook or an uppercut.
Or... allow me to slow my breathing and think fondly of another place and another time... Goodnite.
Monday, March 31, 2008
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