A Sunday Evening Babble Bath
I never seem to get around to the things I ought to. Which seems insane when I haven't any kids to deal with or social life to maintain. But somehow there is still this time warp where you just lose days playing catch up with your own sanity and awareness.
See, now I can't talk about yoga and hot baths without being insufferable. Thumbs getting ahead of the pen, that's the trouble with the predictive text option on a journal. Especially when you are all zenned out and medicated.
Isn't that better? Now I seem insufferable and burnt out. But what I seem is of little interest when what I am is relaxed enough to cry over beautiful things.
I came up with a Time Loop Theory... The Present bears witness of the Past, and the Future shall make all things clear... Anyway, the Future passes through the Present on it's way to the Past... You'd think it stops there, but it doesn't... Since the Future is constantly bringing up the Past, I figure the Past always finds its way back to the Future... Constantly passing through the Present on its way back to the Past... All Three must Co-Exist in an Everlasting Loop...