oh dear, everyone out here stumbles on fear..
honestly, i've been feeling the urge to write something thought provoking, something touching and encouraging. about how even tho life does indeed suck sometimes, every thing is ok and will work out in the end. i've been wanting to tell a story, share my heart, maybe even write some more of my abstract poetry that i'm so fond of. i've tried, but the words just don't come the way i like sometimes.
so i put it off for another day, hoping that all this crazy inside of me will organize itself and come out of my fingers into something that might make some sense to someone, maybe me.
even in the mist of bustling about, packing, cleaning the house, making things for people before i leave on my trip, i've still felt this. thing, inside of me. this urge to be honest, tell it how it is, black and white. and not be afraid of whatever anyone else might think. to write something refreshing, even though its been said a thousand times before me.whatever it might be.
there's nothing new under the sun.
but that day isn't today, and thats ok with me.
i'm going ice skating this weekend, i haven't been since i was at least 11!
i'm so happy.