I'm just writing because I can. I'm not plotting or planning, I'm just writing any random words that come to my mind. Today I wrote a dumb ass poem about cherry blossoms on a tree outside my window, you know what I mean? Now we're in quarantine we can't actually go outside and enjoy the beautiful springtime weather. No, we are all on the inside looking out and I'm feeling a little boxed in these days and I just need someone to pull me out of this awful nightmare that won't end. I feel like I'm stuck in an ongoing episode of the the Twilight Zone, in fact, I can hear the theme song playing over and over again in my head.