Sunday, March 1, 2015
The tip of the pen is wasting away while the thoughts in my head drift away. I cannot latch onto them as I give chase they drift further and faster as I increase the pace. So what I try is to sit patiently bye waiting for an idea to pass nearby. I try to look out still reflecting in but then find nothing again and again. There is a block on my brain like the part that though suffered rot. I sit behind these wall blankly searching for anything at all. I'm not going to give up I'll try another day it's time to go to bed anyway.