Hard Skull

Percolate. It feels exhausting, mentally because I have nothing to say about percolation. Then there are little ideas seeping in to my head, like how it takes time for me to do something or ideas to seep or something and then it percolates right out of me. For the life of me, I can’t remember what I was trying to say. It’s confusing, frustrating and annoying.

I’m trying to inculcate the habit of writing everyday, an idea I intend will percolate into my thick, hard skull.

I’m being hopefully, I know.