i didn't capitalize "i". symbolism.

An absence of the right words has inspired the absence of any words, at all.
i'm not sure if my fingers are leading me or if i am leading my fingers.
What i know is that the backspace key will not be employed.
Nor the delete key, or any other key of function that would allow me to discard this post, as i have done with every post i've tried to compose over the last few days.
Where have i been? Physically: i've been at school, my house, my youth center, Aislinn's car,
down a one way street traveling the wrong direction, the Egyptian Room in Indianapolis.
Emotionally: i've been happy, i've been content, i've been concerned, uncertain, relieved,
glad, contemplative, nostalgic, and auspired.*
And mentally: i guess the best description would be tired. A little lazy, maybe, but certainly tired.
i can't pin-point a cause on that front; that is just how it's been. This post might be me coming out of that state. It feels as if that might be the case.


"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."


i fear i must disagree with Macbeth here.
Of course, that's quite alright, as Macbeth was completely out of his mind by the time he said this. What we have is so much more than a brief candle. Our tales are woven not by idiots and not by senseless noise, but by you. By me.
i signify. What do i signify? Who's to say? But i'll keep believing in meaning, and what comes, comes.





*Auspired is a word of my own creation. It is a combination of the words "auspicious" and "inspired".