caught in suspension

As I sit and write, words don't always come easy. I write and I write and I write. and I re-write and I re-write and I re-write.

I try to be as open as possible.

Barriers. it's about breaking down those barriers.

your thoughts don't have fences. so, why should your writing?

I try to let my writing become a reflection of my thoughts.
because they're my writings and that's how I like it.


but, I don't let barriers become a problem with my writing.

I write about loneliness, depression, alchololism, abortion, cutting, asking questions, standing up for yourself, faith and hope.


... and love

but, in my 'love' writings, people always somehow remain nameless.

that sort of bothers me.

I have the ability to insert names, of course.
but, not the courage.

I fear rejection.


I am as honest as possible when it comes to your problems. the worlds problems. but rarely with my problems.

my most inner personal thoughts and feelings are not expressed in my writings. at least, not with clarity.

some of you might have taken the time to guess or assume what the writings were about. and there is a very good chance that you guessed correctly.

But, there is also a very good chance that I'll never have the courage to come right out and say it.

and for that,
I am sorry.


"Lately I'm alright
And lately I'm not scared
I've figured out,
That what you do to me feels like
I'm floating on air.
I don't need to know right now
All I know is I believe
In the very thing that got us here...
And now I can't leave."


It'll be okay,