Do I want to write?
I’m a shit designer.
Am I lazy?
Can I be bothered?
Does it matter if I’m not bothered?
Am I over thinking? Yes. No. Yes.
Why is writing a burden when I think I should do it but okay when I’m actually doing it?
Am I full of shit? Is anyone not full of shit. In a nice way, I mean.
Honeysuckle smells lovely.

Such is the fleeting nature of the human mind. Or just mine.