One day I looked up from behind and between a myriad of mini piles of papers covered in words and realized that I’ve always been writing. I’ve always made stories in my head, written letters out in my mind when I was suppose to be asleep and composed poetry as I worked. I’ve scribbled ideas,…
What I Know
I don’t know about tomorrow. Sometimes I wish that I did. I don’t know whether or not the sun will shine, or it will rain again. I don’t know if times will get easier or if we’ll lose all we’ve got left. I don’t know if anything will change, or if everything will. Sometimes I…
