handed simply

here i have compiled thoughts, that no one reads.


which is fine, i do not write to be read.


i write to breathe. for if i do not write i cannot sit. i walk around in circles and stare at the sky.

life isn't simple. i feel as though it could be, we just make everything so complicated. yesterday, i was thinking of the formula of things. how every little thing possibly fits inside a tiny formula, formulated and crafted by our tiny hands yet no one follows them. they take rights instead of lefts and ups instead of downs. perhaps, that's looking at the glass half empty side of things, but i don't really think so. i know there is no such thing as black and white-everything is gray. if everyone would just realize that simple fact we wouldn't be in the mess we are in. things have gotten out of hand.

the question is-which hand? the right? or the left?





p.s. some wonderful news on the horizon. i finally had the inspiration to create again. i write, yes. but the actual sense of wanting to create some form of art that involves color and shapes, i have not had the desire. it seems as though i am losing that part of me. or i associate that aspect of creating with a not so pleasant time in my life and when i try to paint or draw i am consumed with a negative feeling. i love it when i get the sense of wanting to create though, however am very sad when my creation is almost done. that's where i'm at now. it's positive that i have drawn and being inspired is wonderful but it's almost done. and i will give it to the intended receiver and hopefully they might appreciate the piece of me i am sharing with them. i guess that's the other reason why it's hard for me to engage in those things now. i put so much of myself into pieces like this that it becomes an emotional experience.