What I write is how I feel. Depending on how I feel, I write. Random thoughts flow through my head, words like: “Memories linked to music and lyrics clashing with words. It’s crazy how things change so drastically and people fade away.” It’s Wednesday, a day not different than any other but different in the ways of it being new, refreshing never seen before. I’m grateful for today, looking forward to tomorrow. Theses are my morning words, my jumbled words.