I must admit I am bored. Extremely bored.
It’s like you find yourself so bored you watch a rain drop slowly roll down a windshield into a crooked line pattern.
Or stare at a tree across the way and wonder how many branches? Should I begin to count them? How many other people from the past have just sat and stared at this old tree.
My mind is a jumble. Like all of these voices shouting wanting me to write about them. So many I don’t know where or what to start.
Where is the starting point?
