When ideas hit, they're like strangers. You don't exactly know who they are or what their intentions are, though you do know they come with purpose. That purpose is a crossword puzzle placed inside the Sunday paper which would take you forever to comprehend. Though, the simple fact is when you do comprehend it every thing seems clearer; you're boxes have letters, and your strangers have meanings.
Writers are filled with a certain mood that selects their words; carefully and precisely. I feel as if my moods are lost at times to where I'm prone to a sort of word constipation.
The unexpected helps with life; so I feel. I've come to realize that my best pieces come from an unexpected burst of constant words that play a certain part within my mind. Sadly, they only hit once and afterwards they are gone so ergo writing them down in that exact second brings life to my blog. The unexpected...
"Bowling with skates is hard, but thinking random is even harder." - Ryan
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