Abandoned Scrawls: August 2008

I want to cry.

My Abandoned Scrawls...

Somewhere, some times, I think I'm a writer. Or that I want to be. I write what I know, what I think, what I see, what I feel? Perhaps more accurately, I write TO feel. Somehow writing comes like oxygen. With each word down...whatever the word may be, whatever the topic may include...I'm better able to breathe. This blog has nothing profound. It is little more than public journal space started with no intention of it ever being read...only with the need to reliquish my constant stream of words into an almost unretractable space...A space where I could abandon the scrawls of all that I am and I all that I know. Cheesy, huh? But it's true...

Abandoned Scrawls

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Just One Thought...