for all the times there was something to write but words did not mean.

for all the times there was something to write but words did not mean.

Writing is the hardest (and only) thing that i've wanted to do. It's not easy. The thoughts that are so clear when i'm dreaming on a train, walking in the night, lying down in my room, taking a shit in the morning, become clouded and impossible to pen when i turn on my computer. I used to blame the machine, but the machine was willing to take only so much blame.