Absolutely Nothing At All

I met an artist recently...
He told me I have beautiful hair, I told him my writing was in a rut.
He said that I should write everyday about all my little experiences.
This is good advice.
So in an attempt to unblock my creative flow, I'm going to post everyday for a week.
Starting today...
The birds sound lovely.
I saw a baby dragonfly last night.
And I'm exhausted.
I long for the world shrouded in golden light...
"Beside the purple sky, better soaring for you, my angel."
I feel musical today, I find myself singing often lately.
It was once said that we were on our way to reclaim our happiness.
Perhaps we all shall in due time.
Another late night could tell me a secret about love or life, about the shimmer in the black satin sky.
People are drifters...
Sometimes I'm not entirely sure of the place that I'm drifting to.
Maybe we'll never know where this road leads.
Mister J told me to take risks, or else I'll never be happy.
Define happy.
I suppose that's true, since stagnancy makes me so crazy.
The Jester is going to kidnap me at some point, so we can blaze and play Bioshock: Infinite.
I need a vacation...from life or possibly my own head.
I'd like to do away with neurosis and melancholy....
In the very least I'm better than I was before.
The Jester told me to stay positive, does this sound familiar?
It seems all my friendships have reversed themselves.
Last time I checked I was the one giving good advice.
I guess I could use some time to just be whoever I am.
Melancholia and all.
I'm much happier than I was before, not that anyone could tell.
It's better to be truly happy in a less obvious way, than to fake everything and feel nothing.
And this is what I've learned about life.
I'm still not very good at dealing with my depression.
Mister J says I'll figure it out as I get older...
I should just go back to smoking pot in order to even out my moods.
Or I could just learn to be a happier person, that does work.
The world through glasses of rose.
Or Rosé...
Yes, that was a reference to wine.
Yes, I know I'm not funny.
I guess the mood swings could be literal PMS at the moment.
Because it's "Shark Week," leave it to men to come up with calling it that.
I prefer "Moon Cycle," which is what the Native Americans call it.
I've been wanting to go to the sweat lodge (Wanipi), but I'm nervous...
Since I get lightheaded easily.
And I don't know what else to write about, I have responsible stuff to do.
So ciao.
"And in your darkest hour we will be the light, you ask me for my sacrifice and I am winterborn."