It’s been a long time since I was sitting at a desk at the end of a shift and trying to beat the clock in order to get something of text written down, and now that I am attempting to do this I realise that I’m probably thinking about it a little too much, but still there is a desire as there hasn’t been any writing today and I need to get my fingers working!
there was also no need for that exclamation mark, but I am floating away and dreaming of the power walk of power that I shall do after I catch the train and race my way to the door that denotes the place that I live, as that is what I will be doing as it’s a little bit of exercise and you need to get the legs pumping every now and then. Otherwise they start to experience problems that could not be described as something that would be pleasant. Therefore, there will be walking. It will be dark but it is something that needs to be done as it is one of the more efficient ways of getting home. Also, it seems fairly safe, so that’s something I consider when I go walking in the dark.
That has very little to do with… or does it?
Anyway, floating away, drifting into the clouds, sailing away off into the distance as there is an unlimited possibility fore unlimited potential and knowing this I must chase the stars to their destinations whilst we all frolic in the glen of days as opposed to the hove of ears.
That is to say that soon I shall head on my way. There will be the using of the eyes and the sensing of the justice in the air, but there will not be just ice in the heir to the closing of the door behind me, only for it to open at some determined point in the future. That point of course would be the pint in which I shall once more as though its entrance as it is the door that leads to the entrance to work, and also sometimes the entrance to the world outside and that room is far more massive than I could ever hope to have as a room of my own.
This is probably due to it being a room for everyone, rather than just a few, or something.
But that is all conjecture. Now is the time to strike whilst the iron is ready and now is the time to escape my confines and make my way to the place known as home, for it is late in the evening and I am a person of a stature that does not indicate something, but something else entirely.
There is a great distance over a short period to cover, but mostly I just want to get home and start resting, as the day has been a day that I have lived, as always.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:36:32
I wrote this last night and forgot to upload.
Written at work.