“I can hear the car
as it rumbles up the driveway
but I’m too scared to look
so I curl up beneath the window
and I pray they won’t find me
and I pray that I’ll keep still
I think we’re haunted.”
So, it’s my first legitimate blog and I have no reason to have started one- just more of an urge to write, to just let my thoughts become linear and be a bit more comprehensive.
I need to find a current of thought
something with a direction
a destination, perhaps?
I’m already over-thinking it.
I have so much to get straight. Writing is the perfect solution. The ultimate way to get all my metaphorical ducks in a row and be able to properly review them.
and it shall be so!
..yup- nothing like being that person- he who unloads all troubles and concerns. I don’t know what i’ll rant about actively on this site, but I can assure you this is my journal.
Maybe I can finally collect myself.
Due to the assumed fact that I’ll be the only person to care for this page, I’ll label it like this:
I’ll rant on piecing things together to myself, quoting entirely too many songs, thinking over entirely too much, all for the sake of clearing out some attic space
time to ease a troubled mind