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I guess having a stream of thought is a lot like a thread. It can break once it becomes too long. Which is easy when sentences are stuffed with filler words and excessive adjectives. Spelling errors galore.

Reading back with proof reading eyes feels like a draughting task. Many essays and thoughts abandon before they peak the top of their soil bed. An idea once loved, now forgotten.

Why do those riddled words bring more enjoyment then helping others to learn? It scratches an itch. A creative itch. No one will read them. Its for the author themselves. They are selfish. Basking in their own sun, blissfully unaware they are a snake eating its tail.

The sands of time. Erupts from the glass. It disappears and yet becomes more prevalent than it ever has. Does the author not see? They themselves are a speck of sand, contributing to the sea of erosion and unrest.