Limbo | Volume I, Issue 3
I was intending to write about something completely different. In fact, I spent two hours writing an entry I have no intentions of posting. I just deleted it all. Why? A part of me is living in limbo, and I want to explore that in this entry.
The Catalyst
My writing has always been extermely important to me, and recently it has taken the front seat in my life. This has put me in a rather strange position. A position I’ve never willingly accepted in my life before. I’m letting my entire future hang on the writing of this series. My writing is my life.
Writing takes up about 70% of my thought processes at the moment. About 25% of my thought is given to my addictions, and the remaining 5% is spent thinking about everything else.
I guess it comes down to a simple thing. That last 5% is wanting to take up more of my time. One thing specifically, relationships. It’s not very often that I feel lonely. I share my life with my family and my friends, and I have no problem making romantic gestures toward those close to me.
You know…I’m going to end this somewhat nonsensical entry here. It’s about something more than just a morning dump’s worth of bathering. It’s about love. What is it? What do I think of it? Do I really think about it? Is it out there for me? I want it, but do I know what I want?
Randomness | Joey | 
16 June 2009 12:02 AM
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