I like to write. In fact, I actually love it. I love to sit at the keyboard and put down thoughts as they come to me. It is a way of recording whatever is on my mind in the voice I hear in my head, minus the words I can’t spell. Those usually get changed to something simpler to save me looking them up. But otherwise, it is how my inner voice speaks, rather than my outer voice, which speaks at a different speed to my inner voice, and stumbles a lot more. Also, my inner voice doesn’t get interrupted as often by the opinions of others, where my outer voice gets cut off from time to time so I have to listen to someone else’s outer voice tell me that I am wrong about whatever I am speaking about outloud. Surely they are doing it to impress their inner ear with the sound of their own outer voice though, and inside, the know that I am right. I won’t be duped by their outer voice though. I know what they are up to. They just don’t know the right words to say that I am right, so they say I am wrong, but that’s not what they mean. They are just trying to impress themselves with a compelling arguement that thet are right, when they know inside that they are wrong.
Excuse the paragraph above, as it developed while I wrote it. I know my inner voice needs regulating, and that my thoughs are often incorrect. My world is the creation of my perception. The universe will continue long after I am dead. But for me, it will all end, and exist no more. And all I will ever have known of it is what I have thought, and percieved. More developing thoughts…