Maybe just for today. Maybe just for a week. The future never tells me I wish to write because I want to say something, maybe inspirational, maybe happy, and sometimes maybe sad. It is because I want to write down my ideas onto paper or the screen and show them to someone. Of how I learned something today. Of how I tackled a problem or didn’t. Of how a dream made by day or gave me a warning. Of how I long for my friends to come back (If I even consider them) and mainly to write.
