I try to write things that come to my mind on a blank sheet of paper and all that comes out is nonsense and drabble. Nothing I think ever comes out right and it frustrates me to the point of insanity. I can't help but feel just a bit sentimantal though when I look back on those things that I wrote or said. Things i've done or did always come to mind when i'm by myself contumplating life and how everone else might see it. Like a never ending fountain of possibilities waiting to be discovered by someone. Thinking outside of the box sounds harder than it is,or just having an open mind would be ok.