The days when I have really important things to say are the days my “intelligible thoughts creator” takes vacation. I hate those days when I can’t get my thoughts in order, when I can’t properly express myself. Those days when you think of individual words: destruction, pain, sleep, peace, but can do nothing with them. They sit there like dead weights, holding you down, forbidding you to fly; forbidding you to reach the sky, forbidding your imagination to live.
April 14, 2010