Well, there are plenty of times in which I could choose to boost my own ego, but then again when there are warming up races there are other things to worry about.
Why am I wasting my break on this?
I do not know. Maybe it’s out of some sort of obligation that I’ve somehow ingrained into myself that I can now not get past.
The music is too loud, but that is my own fault. I should turn it down in order to protect my hearing. However, there are trees that are fast approaching and a mood needs to be set that will match my focus, lest the focus becomes matches that match my focus.
If it’s all out of sight, then I can pretend, but if there is sound that is steadily growing louder and louder, then that is something that may be evidence that provides a sense of knowing, and therefore he pressure is on to make sure that is is completed before I can move onto other tasks.
However, the birds are chirping and swiping at the keys and therefore they are trying to prevent me from reaching the end.
One hand must swipe at them in order to protect my fingers whilst the other hand has to do double the work in order to get to where I want to get.
There are sounds melding into sounds and trying to overwrite other sounds as I stay locked into what is directly in front of me. It all blends together and the marching grows louder as something approaches, but the mood is set by the strength of the music and there is no stopping me so long as I push onto something else.
The wall in front of me is present. I stand up and grab into it and tear it apart from itself to then reveal something that was not there.
I need to step forward and out of this building and see the ocean in front of me as it movers and yet remains as motionless as something that is motionless.
The thoughts that I was carrying are leading to something else as they turn inward and push outward into the thoughts that are leading to somewhere away from the trees that are fast approaching, and the birds are finally relenting, yet I do not notice for the there is such a massive body of liquid in front of me that I cannot break my focus from what it is that I am bearing witness to due to its massive size and its reminding me of how insignificantly small I am in the entirety of the universe.
I can no longer hear the marching and the birds are no longer there, but the sounds have blended together and have become some sort of cohesive drone.
I know not what to do but what action to take is clear to me. There is still focus on something else, out there that’s a little beyond myself.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:33:49
This is a bit scattered. The flow is okay, but it’s lacking consistency.
It’s also a bit flat.
Written at work.