Whirlwind of Kleenex

No profoundness comes to me today, no genius is burning, although I posess a deep appreciation right now of the beauty of outside, of the trees and especially the sky... but I have nothing new to say about it. A an artist- indeed as a person, I hunger for the ability to speak the new, to put words in combinations that have never been used before. I want to have something to say. Sometimes I do. Just not right now, I guess.

But you know what? It is enough for me to just thank God for the sky, without immortalizing it in verse.
;)