"the wind helped me remember"

So lately I haven't been writing much. Partially because I've been doing a lot of other things. But also because I had trouble writing for a bit. I had been telling myself that it was because words suck, but I'm starting to think it was more than that...

I should start walking places by myself more often. It's so easy to get caught up in everything that's happening in college that you forget to just think. I keep finding myself realizing that I haven't thought anything just for the sake of thought, and that's disconcerting. When I'm by myself I can zone out, think about nothing with a dash of everything . And I think that's important to my sanity.

I was on my way to Oakhurst to watch Lost, only wearing sweats, my red zip-up and flippy-floppies. The wind was blowing hard, but I didn't mind. For some reason it reminded me I was a person. I wouldn't say it was cathartic, but it was interesting nonetheless.

I was gonna tell people that instead of blogging the past few days, I had been writing things for myself. That's not true. With the exception of a failed email, I haven't written anything. I certainly had been thinking a lot, but not writing. Putting the thoughts on paper would've been more like drawing than writing though; I only know so many words for circle.