Ideas use to come to me. They don't seem to anymore. I had a few ideas but they are fleeting. There were Two yesterday I didn't manage to retain them. I sit here and hope to grasp onto one of them. I remember trying to remember to remember for quite some time.
Sometimes if feels like they weren't meant to be, but it is just a memory thing.
now I sit to write and ... this is all I have.... why keep going.