Where the Wild Things Were

So the storm rolls in through my room, and suddenly i'm pacing a grove in the floor trying to bring to life a shiny new pseudonym. just a new idea. something to keep it interesting for me.
the hours spent here are no waste. im getting things done. reading books of poetry and challenging myself to put music behind them, researching raccoon behaviors, and overcoming writing habits and hang-ups.
the night job keeps me busy. free time is seemingly endless, and exhaustion keeps it interesting.
the moonlight stays bright over the ocean, and lights a perfect field of vision across the water if you time it right.
all in all, adapting to a new kind of boredom can be made easy enough with the right intent.
eventually i imagine i'll even stop with this douche bag style of writing i tend to blog with.
until then......

-Jon Hardly