late night questions to kafka

I have this all-encompassing need to write. I don’t know what about. I just would like to stick my thoughts down onto paper, to avoid them remaining as mere abstract concepts that float around my mind.

The one thing I don’t want today is anything that may trivialise this. I feel it is a necessity to grasp onto these concepts and ideas as though they are a lifeline. Indeed they probably are, as that is all I consist of: I am but an idea.

Are reproaches entities with own free will that will pull my centre of gravity in whichever way they please, or do I have the capacity to wield their power and turn them towards those I feel are worthy of reproach?

Is one’s interior an imperfection if the central gravitational force does not align with the vessel assigned to it? And if your interior is imperfect, to what extent does that effect your grasp on the concepts and ideas that you consist of?