Writing is easy–when you’re not doing any
Ideas come out of nowhere like hitchhikers that materialize on a shimmering highway, trudging along, waiting to be transported to new places
I pass them by because hey, I’m going somewhere, but I’ll swing back by in a couple of hours.
Damn. Gone, the whole lot of them.
Must have been a mirage. Maybe someone else picked them up and carried them to an exotic destination
I’ll see some more. I’ll keep watching. Next time, I will stop wherever I’m going and give them all the respect and attention they deserve.