Musing...

This has been a very strange week.
There is too much to say to too many people. Far too much. And knowing me I won't actually say it, but rather smile, and feel it, and assume they know because of course "everyone sees like me".
I assume less now. I become a little sad, for what words can there be, for all my pottering about with ink, what words can there ever be to create something so pure and natural and beautiful as an emotion, so physical and yet intangible?
So I am not assuming anyone knows or gives a flying fig about the tongue piercing I'm having done in less than two hours. I don't. Which is odd. I'm just having it done. Meh. I should get something else done soon, as I'm a few months off my six-month rule. So, a tattoo in Novmeber then! Hmm, no, piercings...
I am aware of the smallness of me, of my life, of this everything that is my existence. These silly things to think of, to do. I am thusly aware that there is actually quite a lot that can be done in this world. And I can actually do them, or at least try them. Huh. Who'd have thought?!?!
It's very good for the world that I will be rendered speechless for a few days. The amount of trite that I will write I shall bite-back and not recite at each and every opportunity presented to me.
I should really do some work today. So far I've read four chapters of Tipping The Velvet...