The clouds join together and create what looks like an apple. Makes me realize I don’t have one and that I am now hungry for one. Today has been a sleepy day probably from not writing. Everything is just better when I write. And I know this because when I don’t write things go sour. I can’t think, I can’t focus, can’t stay awake. Maybe it’s all in my head. But what’s in my head can be true so I’ve committed to the idea that writing makes things better. Everything outside of writing that is, because the writing itself doesn’t always get better as a matter fact it often gets worse and even I get worse, but everything else is peachy. Now, if only I could allow a sentence to sit on my screen long enough to not delete it. That’s the challenge. Well, there’s a lot of challenges. Sometimes it’s just getting started. Sometimes it’s knowing where to finish. And most of the time it’s figuring out what I have to say in the first place. But at the end of the day none of that matters as long as I’m tapping the keys and telling the truth I’m doing the right thing. The right thing because it’s better than not doing it at all.