Today I will not share with you my innermost thoughts. This would be the second day in a row I have besmirched my parchment. I feel like I am drowning and I need to come up for air. In any case my frustration is so great I am ready to cast this one into the flames as well. But I will resist the urge. Until another day. These hands of mine fail me. Shaking as I would have committed some of what I had just written to parchment. It made me feel ill reading back upon them.
No, I need to run away for a while. I cannot write. I cannot even think straight.
