Oh lightning strike twice!

[klena]

I don't want to write all my angsty stuff anymore. So if I do angst in future, I'll be locking it away due to massive feelings of guilt for letting people know how I'm feeling. However if -it- comes back in the next few days I'll go to the doctor and probably be medicated.

But let's not dwell on that. Or this week.

I don't have anything important to say here. I could talk about the art I've been doing or me tidying my room or looking through photos or all the End-of-term/events/Bristol reports I said I'd do but I'm not going to.

I'm going to stay silent....



So how are you all doing? I honestly want to know.

xxxx

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[urbanelf.livejournal.com]

Have you ever had the feeling that somehwere in the depths of your mind, someone stuck a wrench in the gears, and now it's clanking around in there, but you can't figure out WHERE.

Well that's how I am right now.
Also frazzled, melting in the heat, and wondering what to make for food tomorrow.
And if I will ever get the inspiration to write again. I really hope so.

[klena.livejournal.com]

I've never felt like that.

But, to pose you a question, have you ever had the feeling that there was something - a thought, an idea, a memory, in your mind hovering at the edge of your perception - a delicate silvery thing - but if you looked toward it or even let it know you knew it was there, it would flee through your mind? That's how I feel.

I'm sorry you were melting in the heat. I hope you had good food.

I send good karmic vibes to your inspiration.

[urbanelf.livejournal.com]

Good karmic vibes received. Much groovage.

As for the question, yes. Emphatically yes. I've felt that way more times than I can possibly count. This blasted universe of memories older than I am rattling round a brain that threatens to melt under the overstimulation; they make certain that that is a regular occurance.

Food is subsistence at least. Can't give it too much more than that, except that it is not bad. Still, I often feel like I'm starving for a hunger that I cannot feed with food or any other material consumption.