Hmm where to begin, I guess with the whole putting pen to paper idea that had crossed my mind... too simple though and well overdone.
Life, everyone lives it whether they wish to or not is another matter. Pain sorrow passion just some of the things we endure. I won't say I've seen it all or done everything, that would be a lie, instead I'll state I've endured enough and will continue doing so as stubbornly I can.
Pain is it meant to be feared, loathed, or perhaps enjoyed. There are multitudes of it we encounter such nearly every day. I cannot decide under which I stand likely a touch of each, do I deserve to feel pain awakening to such as my eyes peel open for the beginning of each day, do I desire it's familiar grasp an assurance I draw breath once more...
Minds wandering again...
Why does it do such, unable to cling to a single train of thought until completion... enough for now, these few thoughts put into words.
