See, I have this bad habit of writing something, then walking off of the platform and allowing my train of thought to leave the station without me. End result, 45 incomplete blog entries... yeah, I decided that if I haven't gone back to look at them in months, I likely am not missing anything. Delete.
It's spring, though everything around me has sprung into foliage, flowers, and edibles, my mind is still a murky, muddled mess. 'Need' doesn't begin to describe the urgency of what must be, what has to be done... need to clean out the cobwebs that have overgrown the corners of my mind, where I stash away my personal goals, desires, and even happiness.
If only my oven really were a time machine.
It's spring, though everything around me has sprung into foliage, flowers, and edibles, my mind is still a murky, muddled mess. 'Need' doesn't begin to describe the urgency of what must be, what has to be done... need to clean out the cobwebs that have overgrown the corners of my mind, where I stash away my personal goals, desires, and even happiness.
If only my oven really were a time machine.
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