Sometimes, you just feel like writing, merely for the sake of it. You don't really have anything in particular to write about. Your mind is lazily thinking about the little pleasures of life(without giving you any specifics) and you are simply putting pen to paper at a breakneck speed and letting the ink flow. You have absolutely no idea about anything but you still continue writing, maybe just to acknowledge the moment. You ransack your heart for inspiration, and there amongst the clutter, you happen to stumble upon a tiny gleam of unadulterated joy. Just the tiniest amount, to give a little curl to your lips.
Well, that was it. Your mind begins to wander as you start to retreat to your lazy-bum groove. You read whatever you have written so far and it's basically bullshit, but you don't really mind. You had your moment at that crazy writing speed and the worm-like words(your handwriting) will stand a testament to that. You know you have to stop soon. You have to get closure for the vibe that just passed. It's time for you to sign off. Ciao!
Well, that was it. Your mind begins to wander as you start to retreat to your lazy-bum groove. You read whatever you have written so far and it's basically bullshit, but you don't really mind. You had your moment at that crazy writing speed and the worm-like words(your handwriting) will stand a testament to that. You know you have to stop soon. You have to get closure for the vibe that just passed. It's time for you to sign off. Ciao!
