My ability to write keeps getting lost in my stream of Consciousness. How can anyone aspire to write the next best thing when you always end up bumping into rocks and shinny things? Always forming half-thoughts or semi-emotions, everything always seems to be stuck behind some dam – problem. Those jumbled ideas then are meaningless, untranslatable, even Rosetta Stone would say she was baffled. Possibly the phrases would be understood by someone on a high, but that wouldn’t matter anyways. Drug induced epiphanies are always forgotten. You can’t cheat your way to enlightenment. Everything real has to be done the hard way. For some reason that makes everything skyrocket in value and meaning. And there’s no means for sarcasm there, it’s the down to earth truth. There’s no Point B if you can’t figure out the real path from Point A. If you try to cheat you’ll never get to C – the amazing picture.

Maybe I’m trying too hard to find my way to clarity. What’s the need for a GPS, Google map, or something other battery-sucking doodad? Why do we always over complicate things? Maybe I should just try to read the stars to find my way… or at least some paper and a pen. The stream always goes where the current takes it.

So maybe one day I can let the pen just tumble down stream, and eventually I’ll end up with some readable writings. In the very least the pen can hope to beat Pooh and Piglet at Poohsticks; now there’s a story for the classic heart. Possibly it will even puncture the dam and set free whatever creativity that has been smothered by the side effects of reality. I would call it a nature-induced epiphany, write down every necessity and be in awe at its simplicity.