Writing benefits most from focused thinking, because writing is organized thought. The less clutter to rob you from working, the more work gets done.
A thought comes to me through the warm mist, then another, and another. Mostly about food; turkey sandwiches with whole-grain bread. Then I wonder, who else could be showering at this moment? What are they thinking about?
Beds are comfortable. I know this because I spent six months sleeping on the floor. If you’re lucky enough to experience this, you’ll soon begin to appreciate even the shittiest mattresses.
Who knew your words could cut the way that they did. Cold as steel, like my numb hands, my empty palms.
despite the depression, I continued to pray. I made it a priority (maybe subconsciously) to give thanks for what I had and for what was to come. I had to remain hopeful. If not, I would have gone mad. And for some time I did.