I never end up writing what I think I'll write.
Sometimes I get lucky and end up with something decent anyway, but not often.
The thoughts are there, running around inside me, but they flee when I try to capture them. They hide behind trivia and inane bullshit, and they snicker among themselves about how easily they evade me.
Only the weakest among them are ever at risk.
Sometimes I manage to catch one of these lesser thoughts. Then I'll dissect it and expose its innards to the world. And its brethren watch in horror from their hiding places, and they stop their snickering, for a while at least.
It's only a matter of time.
They can't hide from me forever.
