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I am writing, for my self every day now. It seems to make no difference whether there is some thing to write about, or not. I have put it into my head that I must, or have got to force my self to do it at times. I was always afraid of turning writing into some thing that I must make my self do, how ever I think my life has changed that, and now writing does not seem like such a bad thing to do. I could be doing some thing that I hate doing for some one who does not care a thing for me. This i...

I am writing, for my self every day now. It seems to make no difference whether there is some thing to write about, or not. I have put it into my head that I must, or have got to force my self to do it at times. I was always afraid of turning writing into some thing that I must make my self do, how ever I think my life has changed that, and now writing does not seem like such a bad thing to do. I could be doing some thing that I hate doing for some one who does not care a thing for me. This ...

a good while has passed since I have seen your face or your smile tried to hold out till I finally heard your voice singing your own song thought I could wait for ever which turned out to perhaps be too long so much so that I could not or would not believe that this is you standing in front of me unable to speak unable to move it is not weakness it is the mind summing up the event realizing that you are not in fact a figment of the imagination realizing your reality then looking for the fami...