See the connection?
Musings in the meantime?
I'm so clever.
Anywho - at the moment, I've got a bit of insomnia to make use of and that is precisely what I plan to do:
She sat in the middle of them all. Alone, but surrounded.
The room was dense with feelings and thoughts. Palpable intangibles floating over bodies, bouncing off walls, trapped in corners and flung against every surface. Grown within each person - in the room where she was center of it all - thoughts and feelings were spilling out of everyone, running through minds and then through others, bouncing off walls, tortured and dying, nurtured and abandoned. Pick me! Hear me! Feel me!
So much noise in a room of uncomfortable quiet. The shushes were shushed, the seats were taken, filled, and postures fixed. Everyone waits; expecting without knowing what is to come.
She moves. Words are spoken under breath: "Finally! I was ready to get the hell out of here." Words uttered. But not from her mouth. As if on the cue of their impatience: elbows off knees, head rising from it's bowed state, she opens her eyes and takes in the faces of her audience.
And now I'm back to square one and stuck again. At least it's something, right?
Last word before trying to call it a night:
I really hate the frustration which comes with knowing you have something to say, but not being able to get it out. An interesting meeting this morning offers this germane quote to describe the feeling:
"When you don't indulge your passion - that thing you love and wish you were doing, knowing that you should do it - it eats away at you. You have to just do it! Do what makes you happy! Do what you know you're meant to!"
Thanks, Carl. It was wonderful meeting you. :-)
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