Sudoku

Today, I thought B was 8

Yesterday, my writings lacked what good stories are made of

Tomorrow I will stop writing entirely

The day after I will realize education helped me get here

A week later, I unveil the synopsis of my mind

Four months from now, I will think B is 8 and 9 is 10

One year since I smoke with the sky and believe B was wrong to think it could be 8. That 9 is only 10 when 9 gains the esteem to ask for help. When 9’s superiority is filed down to a medium of integrity

Today, I thought B was 8

The rest was a sad game of life