Post by ResQ381 on Feb 21, 2003 9:24:56 GMT -5
I have feeling that run deep like a river .They seem to creep, flowing down from in my head to my hand . To give me word I sometime don’t understand. So I write to see what it bring. Some brings joy. Some brings pain. Is this a gift from above or is this something that we all have to give and love. I do not know why I write, sometime it is in spite. To show people that I am right. I do so give my work to for you to see. Hoping maybe that you will like me. Not fitting in, this is my escape. For I am free to write. No one can stop me or take it away. This may be the only way to let people in to see how my thoughts are affecting me. So I will write take time to read. For this is the only way that you will truly know me.