Channeling Charlie Brown

This is where I am. Slumped over the wall of thought inside my head. Again. This is the beginning and the end. This is a place of creation and destruction. (Blog. Delete. Rinse. Repeat.) I want to write, but can’t find the words (and even if I do, they’ll be wrong tomorrow). I want to read, but can’t find the books (and even if I do, they won’t seem interesting tomorrow). I want to walk, but can’t find my feet (and even if I do, they’ll be lost again tomorrow). I desire to do tomorrow; but I can’t stop thinking today.

Being “crazy” truly, deeply sucks. Good grief…