Another cloudy day. Another loss for words. Another morning passes as I sit here with my coffee and searching for some possible words of wisdom or gripe. I've got nothing. I woke up very thoughtful this morning which has thrown me for a loop. A dream pushed me out of sleep saying "It's not fair"...I wish I knew what the dream was about. I have some ideas, but nothing solid. A lot of things aren't fair but what should creep into my subconscious and make me say it out loud as my eyes are opening up to a new day? I have a feeling today will continue to be filled with contemplation and hopes that the clouds will hang low for the remainder of the day.

Maybe I'll keep cleaning up this mess I call an apartment. Maybe I'll take a walk alone today. It's mornings like this when you really understand what it is to be an individual with an uncontrollable train of thought.