Five-Hundred Word Challenge 522: An Itch

Got an itch that I need to scratch.

Got a tail that I need to try and catch. Got things that I need to do.

Got things that I want to do.

Gotta try and reach and get back to better speeds.

Gotta try and break out of whatever the hell it is that I’m currently doing.

Not enough reading, but plenty of reading at the same time. Which one? You decide.

I know that if I keep on pushing onward and look deep within myself I will have to lay my claim to fame that everything is not quite the same. Everything seems to be a little bit off. A little bit different. Not massively different. Just slightly different.

Of course, these are not always things that get noticed, for you cannot notice everything all the time. It is only with careful deliberation on the scene and, or event at hand that which you will be in the moment in which the differences of the slight variation can be perceived, but still not without some difficulty, for you must be incredibly intimate with what it is that you are bearing witness to, which likely means that you’ve bared your soul in some way, shape or form so that you could actually perceive the damn thing that you are trying to perceive.

Then, and only then does the differences become truly apparent and then you are in the zone of discerning and in which of those zones it is, I cannot say, but I do know that it is the one that just so happens to be the one that is the correct zone in which you need to be in order to see the differences. Then, and only then can you start working toward the solution that you need to find.

Where is it?

Quite clearly it must be in the cesspit of melange, behind the fog of unveiling.

Then again, if it is not located there, than the solution to the differences to make everything back to the way it was could be behind the couch of brown. Only once looking behind couch pillows would you be allowed to look behind the couch of brown and see all of its ugly truths. Maybe you will see something of it within yourself and the truth shall set you free, or something like that.

Then you will be crying for the truth hurts, but sometimes it is a good hurt that you need to experience for if you don’t experience pain, then what is the point of experiencing love?

Sure, it’s pleasant, but these things are all so much more when you have a counterpoint to them that you can go against and see how they all work within context with each other.

But then again, if there is no weight then surely there is no light.

Now, where was I?

Oh yes.

So there are a number of things that I need to do.

I shall do them eventually.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:25:57

I went into this one with nothing in mind and produced something likely not worth reading.

Still, I like the rhythmic flow of the words, as well as how ridiculous it turned out.

Written at work.

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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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