My mentor used to tell me to write. Not for the sake of other readers, but for my own sake. Because, thoughts mean something when written. They give clarity to our random thoughts. They slow them down.
And so, with so much clutter, when I chose to write a moment back, I now have very little to write. All that was going through me, now appears so unreal, and futile. There is nothing to be written. Nothing to be thought.
And so, with so much clutter, when I chose to write a moment back, I now have very little to write. All that was going through me, now appears so unreal, and futile. There is nothing to be written. Nothing to be thought.
