Okay, screw it. I said I’d write something in this journal every day, but so far, I can’t do it. More of the same, except the mountains are a bit closer. I’ll only write again when something interesting happens.

Might as well keep broadening my mind, though. Trying some more haikus.

Nothing bu

Not a thing but scrub

As far as the eye can see;

Endless rolling plains.

Bleh. Not that great. Too simple. Trying something else.

Traveling through limbo

Going through limbo

Of endless sc

Of infinite scrub and sand,

I keep pressing onw

I press onwar

I slowly press on.

Better. I can sleep on that. I wish I had a better word than “scrub”, though.