Philiosphy

Philiosphy is something i love-something i read and re-read until my brain is filled with such intregate and random thoughts and knowledge that they swirl around in my mind not knowing how to form into something interlectual or relevant-just random words, random thoughts, just random.

Sometimes my brain is like a blank canvas-i have no words-just jumbled phrases and anicdotes that i cant seem to form a sentence out of.

Why is it that one day i feel creative and vibrant and the next unimaginative and subdued?

Philiosphy to me is the answer to all my questions-the question of why?