Samsara

Monday
Tuesday
Office
Desk
Monitor
Keyboard
Cube
Aircon
Board
Metrics
Reports
Breakfast
Gym
Traffic
Home
Entertainment
News
Hobby
Task
Pet
Tomorrow
Sleep
Again
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday

Weekend
Interests
Interest
Mortgage
House
Rebuild
Recharge
Friends
Sport
Shower
Patio
Evening
Wine
Zone
Dance
Laughs
Recap
Exhaustion
Brunch
Family
Lazy
TV
Books
Ideas
Ambitions
Projects
Dreams


Monday

The Parchment

All I know how to paint are clouds and the sun
Today feels like a fresh canvas with fresh paints
So I'm nervous, petrified at the idea of painting

So many ideas I know won't make it out the way I want
It feels right in my mind
It feels right in my wrist

When I try real hard it feels right in my finger tips
To the tip of the brush
But it's wrong on the canvas

I've never done a canvas justice
Acrylics have only one colour
Failure

Success
I found a new way to colour
My words are like a full spectrum

It comes out right on the parchment
From the tip of my pen
All the way up to my mind it's what I wanted

It feels wrong in my wrist
It feels wrong in my mind
My ideas don't feel right until they've made it out

So I'm anxious, ecstatic at the idea of writing
Today feels like a fresh parchment with fresh words
And I don't know how to write about clouds or the sun

Found It

Right where I left it - obviously.

All my deep ponderings have been on or near the toilet - why was I looking anywhere else for this one?

I know what I'm going to write about next. My first philosophical treatise - set against a fiction.

Write everyday.

I publish two ebooks this year with a little luck and a lot of work.

See you on the last day.