I love having a blank sheet of paper to write on.
I love being able to fill it any way I want. If I were
in first grade, I might want to draw pictures
on it only.
But now that I’m older and have
written for so long in my one fluent
language, I guess I’ll just write
to fill up the space.
Everybody’s got to be doing
something each day.
I might as well write while I
have “free time” or relaxing
“down time”. Time to be with
myself. No demands of anyone
or anything, just be free to
scribble down my sometimes
errant thoughts to try to
make it coherent so I and others
don’t get “lost” from beginning
Today is the end. End of something.
I just feel a conclusion and tomorrow
will be such a fresh, new start, I will
have almost forgotten how I was
before, I will have so changed.
And all for the better. No regrets. I’m
on my way to new & great things
I will welcome into my life.