Finding the true grain

Do you know,

I really thought about stopping writing this blog.

Today.

Kess, my darling friend,

reads ( and for some unknown reason)

actually *likes* what I write.

I've been blogging now for almost six years.

A  new blog is created every minute.

What do I have to say that hasn't already been said?

Then, today,

sitting quietly in work,

I read this.

* Thunderheads jostled for space along the horizon to the west like

an impending threat,

the promise of revenge for something unspoken,

but every once in a while a spike of brilliance sliced through,

like a whittlers knife cutting back,

to find the true grain within. *

* Sigh*

This is why I can never give up.

I really can't.

Perhaps someday,

I'll write words like that.

Someday,

I'll find the true grain.