Writing as therapy is like overeating as dieting.
If I’m wrong when I write, yet its my right to be wrong. Then, when I write I am righting the wrong.
Live for the day, make your own way. Excuse me, but can I get a ride, tomorow?
Words fill the pages of our intellect. Actions fill the caverns of our souls.
Finding ones self is discovery. Knowing ones self is understanding what has been discovered.
I’ve lost many things. Therefore the time I had them should have been meaningful.
I’m sorry, why are you telling me this?