I have this insatiable desire to write. I feel like deep within me there is something yet to be discovered.
I don't even know what it is that I feel that I want to write about. Maybe it's about life. Maybe it's about what I've spent the last 6 years discovering. That in and of itself would fill a couple of books. Somewhere in me it's there.
Since the time I was old enough to get through a book on my own I've loved to read. I walk into an old smelly book shop and feel as though I am touching a piece of heaven. I love books and have a deep apprection for the written word. There is something about being able to bare yourself and all that is within you and see it all just put out there, that I find intoxcaiting.
Maybe the desire is to simply be exposed, but in a way that people can see me as I really am. The good, the bad, and the breathtaking. I hear words and phrases that have no order. Even now I can hear a dull roar...like a waterfall in the distance. It's strong and mighty, but it also brings refreshment. It's a source that nourishes life. That's exactly what I want to be...a source that nourishes life.
These are my random thoughts.......
