I sit here looking and overlooking the frayed ends of ideas existing and since passed as the paths that I haven't fully walked yet. My mind is such that its constantly overflowing with the excess of my cup be it lost potential or just the furthering of a path unwalked and overgrown. Imagine too many goldfish in a bowl. They all try and swim and continue to struggle forward living on without any consideration for the other fish. For every fish an idea, for every thought twords an idea a small little tapping of food into the bowl.

This will just serve as a place to log the ideas that come and go. Some stories worth telling further and some not. In order to figure out whats going on in my own head in my own walked pathways I will have to expell it all out onto paper. Make it known to my conscience mind and keep my head clear by pulling out all of the riff raff.