Interiorate

Where has the motivation gone?

Far, far away. That's where I'm going soon, so hopefully I will be able to find it there.

Writing is difficult these days because my brain has been stuck somewhere.

Somewhere in the future, looking ahead and returning only momentarily to deliver its dreadful reports of the rocky roads ahead. The roads seem to deteriorate as my thoughts wear them down.

Somewhere in the past so it can remind me. I won't forget my roots. I won't forget lessons learned. Unfortunately, I have a lot of good memories.

Somewhere in the land of thieves. All they do is take, take, take. Vultures. They are heartless so they steal what they lack from the unsuspecting travelers.

I want my mind back.

Bear Clause

Back in the day, if you were caught stealing something, you'd most likely have your hand cut off. I've had a few things stolen from me recently. As for my money, I'd like to find the culprit and teach him a thing or two about respecting other people's property. As for the other stolen goods, I am largely to blame for the loss. My head turned in moment of overwhelming naiveté and by the time it swung back around, it was too late.

I knew right away who dunnit: a cunning thief with no ill intention. There was probably no intention whatsoever. Just a plan that someone forgot to think through. How does one punish such a crime? How does the thief repent? The goods can be returned, but they will undoubtedly be shattered from the careless methods of transport. That leaves the two parties in a tense standoff. It seems an apology is the best there is to offer. And it seems forgiveness is all one can give in return.

"My every medicine causes more illness."

Bear Pause

I've added a new chapter to my story. It's called "I am a damn fool".

"the trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead."