10:55AM
What to write, what to write. I'm nervously bounce my right leg as I stare at my computer screen, trying to figure out what am I going to write about.
Don't get me wrong, it sounds creepy but I'm not intending it to be. I guess I'm one of those people who enjoys being an observer and a thinker.
Not that I'm trying to sound all cool and janky, or even "different", it's what I enjoy doing.
From here I start digging through my many file cabinet drawers in my head full of memories, feelings, places, events, people, and I try to piece a puzzle together with fresh new memories and old ones.
-a.c
YOU ARE READING
Clouded Thoughts.
PoetryThis is pure beauty, it is making my heart flutter inside like a trapped butterfly trying to escape it's dark cage... This is my journal for 30 days only. I write, so as to not be dead.
