Thursday, April 2, 2015
Just about an hour ago I sat down to the computer because I thought I felt the urge to write.
Wasn't sure what I wanted to create but then again, I rarely do until my fingers start hitting keys.
I opened up Facebook and thought to myself "Hey..you can shoot out a post and see who wants to tell you that they're there." At the very least I thought I'd see if anyone else felt the earthquake that shook us at 5:37 this morning.
A quick internet search found an earthquake article from the local ABC affiliate so I did a quick read and then posted it to my account.
Did anyone see it?
Did anyone care?
Am I alone on the www?
So why do I want to write? Loneliness. It has to be that.
How can a man with kids, a wife, friends, and neighbors be so damn lonely? I can't be.
Hiding inside me is a monster. It's creepy, sneaky, and well camouflaged....but it's there. I've known about it for a long time.
I've tried to warn others and felt my super powers could destroy it. Sadly, I'm a daydreamer and none of this is real.
But IT is.
Give the monster a name and it becomes real. Show it any mercy and it grows. Becomes completely entrenched. Starts spreading to loved ones.
I'm rambling like a fool but that's what it wants me to do. Can't concentrate on a cure if I can't concentrate enough to start concentrating.
So very not confused but wish I was.
God help me.
Disturbed by the lack of disturbances so as to become disturbing.
Derrick Coleman was me and I was not him.
Just realized I had low blood sugar so I ate 5 mini muffins and a half bag of chocolate Teddy Grahams. Feeling much happier now.
I love sweet tea. Mint tea. Minty. Min-T
I have to fold clothes now.
Colon right parenthesis.