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.
Write without no rules. Write with no intention other that to tell a story to someone.
But more importantly, to just write.