Write to write. Write to feel, to think. I have to clear the gunk out of my head so that I can continue to write, to progress, to complete something, anything. To cleanse my thoughts I must write, and write and write and write until there is nothing left within me save for my stories. If I want to get anything done, then I have to purge myself of all that is unhelpful in this overactive noggin of mine. I have to make room for the things that matter, and toss out that which doesnt.
Meaningless ramblings. Pointless words pouring onto paper, but maybe thats a good thing. Thats the reason I created this blod, isnt it? To rid myself of overeager thoughts so that maybe I can get some work done. So that maybe when I sit down to write, I actually accomplish something. So that maybe when I lay down for bed at night, I can get some sleep.
