Welcome to my Diary.

As public as this can become, I fear the greater loss would be excluding the option to share, what I see missing, from this individualized experience that is my solemn existence.
I love poetry but I lack the wherewithal to pursue it.
I love poetry but I lack the technique of eloquently placing my experiences and emotions into verses and stanzas.
I love poetry but I don't embody the kind of characteristics one would expect a poet to display.
I fear if I don't start trying, simply trying to start writing, I will get to the end of my endeavor here with a lack of legacy.
That is a fear that startles me away some nights, and keeps me from falling asleep some others.
Ideas fester in my brain causing a chaos of stories and plots and inventions and romances and coming of ages and feuds and frictions and love and everything else. I just want to start where I have always intended to build. Off the shoulders of that mind shattering thought turbulence.
Here goes the shallows and depths of my mind.
If you have any thoughts, ideas, concerns or comments.. this is your story now as much as it is my mind.
Maybe we can be there for each other.
Welcome to my diary.