truthfully, i miss writing. i am unsure what will become of this. perhaps it'll be a journal, a collection of poetry, or maybe it'll transform into a story rooted in nonfiction. who's to say.
Imagine This is a collection of various rants, or meandering thoughts I have or even some stories that I wish to bring to life instead of just living in my mind. A rather vague and flowery diary of my thoughts that I feel needs to be written or else lost in the hubbub of my busy mind.