Stream of Consciousness
I wish I could be more creative.
I like what I do.
If only there were more time in the day.
I wonder if anyone is paying attention? You know, to this, but also to everything I do. Is my life like the whole “tree falling in the forest” thing. If no one is paying attention, do I really exist?
My head swims. Ironic since I can’t.
There’s something to be said for how quiet is quiet.
I wish I were always awake at 3:00 a.m. I can’t remember the last time I was. It seems like a great time to be conscious.
Why is there always so much to be done?
I need to connect with more people.
Time is so fleeting but yet what can we do with each moment?
This was definitely cathartic.
