Is that A Unicorn?

Winter is at its peak. My obese body is ready to accept extra hot and tangy tomato soup in it. My brain is overburdened with my overthinking capacity and has decided to keep my heart racing all the time. Or is that my obese body?

Right now, I’m sitting in an uncomfortable chair and wondering I’m writing this when I could be simply playing Red Dead Redemption 2 and make Arthur complete the dreamcatcher challenge. Because, buddy, I wanted to write. Duh!

I like writing. I like telling stories. In the past few years, few stories have struck chords with my incapable to write head but I have convinced myself that I’m going through what capable writers never go through A writer’s block. My brain has made me google its treatment and also for anxiety, sleep apnea, hunger pangs, and cancer.

It has been a long time since I have written what I like to that’s why I opened this word file to type what I want to write or, is that my brain playing with my body… or wait, is that just cheese flowing through my veins waiting to create the blockage at an inappropriate time. Do I have cheese blockage in my brain causing writer’s block?

The idea is to channel thoughts on a linear path just like the time when, “There was an idea, to bring together a group of remarkable people, to see if we could become something more.” And then that idea spread across the multiverse.

Wait. Is that a unicorn outside my window?

later Alligator