I feel like I am trying to hard and I'm not sure what to do. I thought the first sentences were brilliant at first. But the more I re-read it, the more that I question if it's good at all. At this point I still have no idea what I am doing, and I'm not sure writing 5 sentences at a time is the way to do it. Maybe I will try a different strategy tomorrow.
Shower:
I often bask in burning showers for what seems like hours trying to soak in the information that spews.
I’ll gladly sacrifice a high water bill to escape into adventures scouring the depths of my mind. Only until my skin itches do I find the urge to break the bond and begin my morning.
The brisk sunny mornings make it impossible to not going on a windy walk in the woods. Windy (wind) and windy (curvy) are spelled the same.
I saw a twig suspending a heavy broken branch. That fibrous little fucker just hanging on. He probably wasn’t happy about it, and still he could do it. Sometimes we are forced into positions that aren’t ideal, but nevertheless we can still do them. Eventually all of that wooden weight will fall, but not today. I’m going to come back tomorrow to continue to narrate the little twigs situation.