Tumbling fumbling rumbling and rolling, trolling and calling.
I don't know what to say and it's quite alright.
Sometimes we don't have anything to say and nobody need force anything out.
It's ok not to have a freef-lowing consciousness at all times.
Sometimes consciousness is still and aware, but unable to speak.
That's ok and It's not a sign of weakness.
I'm just rumbling into a state of talk... I'm able to speak... I'm able to express myself now... just rising up... just coming to the front of my mind now, where all is clear and words make form... maybe these words don't occupy this space, but they seem to, they seem to fit well here in this nook.
Once filtered out they come. One by one. Two by two. Three by three until complete sentences are formed.
I hope that I am making some sense. This appears to be very self-conscious. That is not what we're aiming for here...
We're aiming for pure and pristine thought that makes sense...
Well, maybe not today, maybe tomorrow.
Here goes:
Done.
