Still Thinking!

Should have written this piece before the time crossed the 12 midnight divide. And even now, I'm still wondering to write about. 

Maybe my subsiding anger is blocking the juice from flowing. Yes I was madly angry. And you'd be surprised how I expressed this- I cooked yam and fried egg. But when it was ready, I only ate half a slice of yam. As it was too late and I was so not hungry anymore. 

What caused my anger? Well, that seems out of the scope of the writing. 

But I'm sitting here trying to find something to write about but the mind is not releasing anything. So I thought to just write tonight about not being able to find something to write about. 

Although if it's my anger stopping the flow tonight, then it means truly, anger is mimics costlier than we could estimate. So if costs this much, why have it in the first place? 

Flee from anger so you don't starve on the scarcity of words. 

I'd be back and better!