one small step.

I want to write .. or so I tell myself and I sit and I do nothing. I am too old to still be this stupid or maybe I just dont really have anything worth saying. but...one small step ..lets keep it going people. Dont want to lose the momentum.

I want to write. These meaningless little words. Yet just the thought of anyone reading something I wrote terrifies- another said meaningless little word that I throw about with far too little fury. Today I wish I were eighty and had lived long enough and learnt and seen and felt enough not to care about the stupid- to let that which does not matter truely slide. But Im still twenty three dreading twenty four and far too old today.

ok...ok we'll try again tomorrow.