the beginning of something..

i write in my head...all day long. i put sentences and thoughts in different file folders....hoping to pull them out of my achieves and use them as my own version of poetry. i have always loved to write. it is how i make sense of what doesn't. i know that even though it makes perfect sense to me it may not actually make sense to anyone else. i am ok with that. the journeys i go on, the places and emotions revisited...its a present i wrap up with brown packaging paper and twine..i slide it across the table andplace it in front of my torn up heart. my heart that beats for nothing more than for MORE.

so here i am...writing...putting pieces of myself on cyber pages.