Inspiration from a Stray Thought?

There was a stray thought of mine
That wanted it’s own voice on line
But as it was small
No words could it call
So it left me with this awful rhyme!

Inspiration. Inspiration. Inspiration.

You’d think in a world full of everything, something would stand out and shout, “Use me as your topic! Let me be the inspiration you have been looking for! Go forth and write to your heart’s content about ____________________________________”

But not today.
Today, my well of inspiration is well and truly dried up. I’ve seen things today, done things today, read things today, imagined things today, sung things today, ate things today, watched things today, answered things today, smiled at things today, been baffled by things today, learned things today, drew things today, been impressed by things today… but not one thing has stood out to write more than two or three words about it.

For example: I’ve been shopping today – nothing happened. Two words.
Dot, my ghostly visitor, made an appearance during the night last night – she vanished again. Three words.
I had a little computer problem this morning – I fixed it. Another three words.
I ate lovely food – it was tasty. Aaargh!

See what I’m saying?

I’m actually amazed by the fact that I have been able to write this much (that last ‘much’ was word 222 within all this waffle, incidentally). I have even resorted to using the PostADay daily challenge thing to see if that ignited any sparks of creation within the dark matter of my mind. Write a list of my favourite songs didn’t do it for me. Sorry.

So, here I am writing about nothing once again.

I’ve lost count of the times the subject of my post has been nothing. Even some of my posts about something have appeared to have been about nothing when I have read them back months later. At least there was a post there, regardless of what was actually in it. That doesn’t sound vey positive at all.

The thing that I find frustrating, is that I actually do want to write. I love writing about the trivial, the not very important things that happen, my thoughts, dreams, ideas, days, and any other nonsense that comes into my head.

I may not be anywhere near the best writer. I may not be anywhere near a good writer for that matter, but I like writing; and I like writing about what I like writing about. Writing about nothing doesn’t really fall in that category, but I’m still writing about something.

Did I ever mention that I live in / exist in / am a paradox? I’m all mixed up yet all together. Thousands of personalities in one body (and today each is without a thought)… I’m the connection between the real and the surreal, the light that is life and the dark that is mind, the eternal, body-less being inhabiting a temporary flesh and bones body.

Again, I’m writing about something of nothing. Yet something of everything too.

When I start to think of this paradox I live in, my mind opens. I expand to allow in all that the Universe has to offer, all that my world has to offer, and all that I have to offer. Open to everything in the scope of reality and surreal reality, fantasy, thought and beyond. Everything.

And on occasions such as this, I still have nothing to write about.

Oh, I could write about the trolley incident at the supermarket. But on second thoughts, something deep within me is highlighting the fact that although, at the time, it was a very important event in the entire flow of the Universal energies, right now isn’t the time to share the tale.

All this Universal debate over a supermarket trolley or three. I find it very random the way my stray thoughts go at times…