The room is muddled today, with thoughts all over it.
If one would settle itself down and start forming itself a little more,
perhaps the page scheme and come to life.
Names, directions, thoughts, feelings and all that good stuff we
like to read on pages, first fill the writer's mind with something as
clear as mud. As the particles start to dissipate, the pieces come together
clear and clearer as the page fills.
Could this be - the beginning of a story, a poem, an inspiration, yes.
It is the beginning of a idea. And, so it goes, on its way.