To Write Or Not To Write

That is not the question. The question is what should I write.

"She attempts to relax on her sister's bed, and feels each individual drop of water hit the glass pane. The window is cold on her forehead, and order is disintegrated inside her confused mind. Thoughts swirl and range from deathly rational to dream worthy insanity. A complex collection of feelings, if only the rain could wash her emotions away like it does the dust. Yet with such sorrow and self-pity, a secret smile still manages to slip from her cheeks, and so her heart sinks still deeper. Sigh, her breath temporarily sand blasts the glass, her view slowly sharpens. If only her heart would."

Me. For today.