saintadatha

the secret to a good chilli is the inclusion of chocolate.
in fact, the secret to good anything is the inclusion of chocolate, bur nevertheless.

i once wrote a story about a girl with a cursed heart.
life imitating art, i fear.

my grandmother is beginning her final lap.
it's a reasonably long lap, mind; i just think she needed more warning.

i might be kind of maybe seeing someone...
if this is 'seeing someone', i remain currently underwhelmed.

i am being indecisive in general, and particularly about writing.
the fear (regarding, say, my life's path) is freaking me out good and strong.
thus a need for decision is pushing me towards unsatisfied indecision.
i feel like i am at once stagnating and simultaneously sitting on the edge of an awesome ride. waiting.
for godot, perhaps.

history is full of great writers.
wouldn't it be splendid if i could join them?!

over to you, whosoever you may be (i fear my desertees have assumed the unintentional):
there is a time and a place for everything.
where are you now, and what time is it?

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