My wheels turn the wrong direction as cob webs clutter my thinking. Distractions make the pictures seem murky as I try to write the story down. I am not sure which way the words should go as they get mixed up with other things. My mind is full of clutter and I must do some house cleaning if I want to see clearly. The flow of ideas is clogged up somewhere along the pipeline. I have tried to snake it out with meditation, but I get sidetracked by some insignificant idea. So for now I will leer at the paper and try to imagine the ink to flow and the lines to form. Perhaps this will empty out my memory and clear a path for the words trapped in my head.