Five-Hundred Word Challenge 477: Ask the Dolphins

I hope that I can get this done in under five minutes.

I don’t know as to what I’m going to write about this  morning, so the first challenge of the day is seeing what comes out and then seeing if there is a topic of focus.

Of course, if that is indeed the case, I’ll need to go to the horses and ask the horses as to what I should write about this morning. However, the horses do not know.

I should then go to the wombats and ask them as tow hat I should write about this morning. However, the wombats do not know.

I’d ask the dolphins, but I’d rather not talk to them.

Therefore, I do not know where this will lead. It will probably not lead to anywhere, or to anything and that is something I must accept. I must accept that there will be a period of time in which this will be finished.

I am combating old injuries and racing as much as I can, and yet I am stationary in my position. Some would say sedentary. However, whilst I am firmly seated at the current moment of passing, my hands are moving faster than they usually do. Does this imply some sort of contrast or duality? I do not know, for the questions are for me to answer and the answers to those questions I do not have.

There is a silence in the office, but I am filling it with my typing of this morning. I am trying to get to the end and thus this would relieve the ears of my colleagues, but it may take time and I’m sure that there is some sort of rhythmic uncertainty that can be unraveled from all the sound that I am creating. I do not know.

I know that soon there will be coffee in my life once more. It shall be drunk, I shall be filled and then I shall be even more awake in feeling than I currently am. Well, I hope that is the way.

The way that this all goes. There is no telling as of yet. Small words, big words, a mix, a confluence of words and it shall stretch about across my vision.

Need to get into typing position, need to brace for impact, need to see the other way in which I can present myself through the words that leave my mind through the conduit of my fingers.

Need to look for a way forward without sidestepping the issues of the words that lay in front of me.

Need to find a way to tango with the language in which the expression of which I am using is put forward, so that the expression and the grace of someone mercilessly beating on a keyboard can be seen as though it were a clunky ballet that seems to want to express more than it can when put in an awkward position of sorts, if you won’t.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:07:28

Close enough.

A bit haphazard, a bit all over the place, but I think this ended up being more about rhythm than it did sense.

I think.

Written at work.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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