I have a blank page in front of me and yet I can't think of anything to write. While my thoughts and ideas float around in my head. I know what I want to tell you but I can't seem to grasp how to really put it in words. It's so frustrating sometimes when I can't directly tell you what's on my mind. When I have to find other means of communicating.
Like this pen on this parchment. Instead of rambling on like this, I could tell you how my day went but I think you'd find it boring since I didn't do much of anything. I just sat here and pondered what to write you. Thought about how much I really should put into this letter to you, if you could call it a letter. Then my brain went on a rambling tirade and everything that's happened while I've been away has just rushed me begging me to write them down on this piece of paper so you can read it.
They're all vying for your attention just like me.
I do hope you'd take the time to read this even though it is a bunch of nonsensical rambling.
