Day 122 - Rough Draft

I've started this post three times now. I want to get this right.

Sometimes I feel like a stranger in my own life.

I don't want these words to shake you.

Maybe better. Maybe a better way. Is to say.

I'm blind. Er, I feel blind.

Reaching out into the nothing unknown.

Steady now...

I want something that will calm me down.

I want living. With No-Thought.

That's it. That's it! That's it?

I am indecisive. Like a search engine.

None of these thoughts are actions.

I don't trust action.

Yet I draw. Another map.

I go. And then I get there. And then I think.

No. No. No.

When does the trying stop?

When does my mind stop trying to get somewhere?

I want living. With No-Thought.