| I had no idea that I'd write about this room I live in,but that just goes to show you what you can find for writing material. Since I spend so much time here it's only fitting that I give it a name.'The dreaming place',sounds appropriate,considering that's what I do here.Both sleeping,and while I'm awake.... Beginnings are very hard for me.They always have been.In some ways they're worse than endings,because a start is a leap into the unknown... I fill my room with ideas.Some of them are in books.Some on the television,and lately;even the internet.They all have one common thread running through them.I know what,if not exactly,they are about.Granted;I get a few surprises,but nothing I haven't already explored in some fashion;therefore they are a known quantity,and nonthreatning.As I said;beginnings are difficult... When I was younger I compensated for a lack of social skills with mood altering substances,but that was long ago,and no longer an option.Now I just spend my days,and nights,alone with my thoughts.Societies' charms no longer interest me,and considering what social functions offer,I rarely even mind... Of course I'm not a total hermit;just a well practiced one. When I look around my room at pictures,and books,just lots of little bric-a-brac that I keep on hand;I know I'm missing something.I also know it's not something I can grasp,so it's time for the dreamer to put away his writing,and let himself dream.Who knows;maybe it'll even be a good one? |
