Flashes Through the Mirror

<p>I was told I need to write a section for the book about the book. Well I’m out of words and too tired to think. Why can’t I just draw pictures with stick figures? This isn’t a novel; it’s an autobiography. Is not what’s inside enough to emphasize in writing what this is all about? I can’t explain everything because sometimes some things are just meant to be figured out.</p><p>In a maximum of one hundred and fifty words this section must be defined. Sorry to say I’m going to keep going past that because I have thoughts of unrealistic but words so intelligently intricate. Anybody can plant a seed but how healthy is your soil? </p><p>There’s no telling what my words say because I can explain them in multiple different ways. I’m not trying to confuse you. Can you just really understand what I’m trying to say? They can go this way but then again they can go that way. Don’t ask me. I already know what I’m trying to say. If you have questions you might as well keep them to yourself. My answers are all right here and it’s not my fault if you don’t understand what I’m trying to say. Maybe I’m not trying to say anything but explain how my thoughts come to you. No producer no director just straight angles in ways I’m trying to write to you. Good luck because nobody knows what my words mean but me. How I’m directing them there’s no control to the wind that can shift them into a direction that you’ll have no way to go but one way to go through. I’m going to put so much into this; maybe I should just add an extra page.</p><p> </p>