VIRB

I can think of many things to post on today. But none of them would really be something of great value.

So, I will merely let my fingers do my talking and see where this heads... want to come along?

At times it feels as if my life has been reduced to words. The type which lock themselves inside, only coming out on paper hidden away in my notebook. But, when headed toward public display, they hide further in the recesses of my pages. Refusing to see the light of day.

I hide away in my little world, walking along amongst trees. Ones planted many years before. Noting that, I feel so insignificant beside massive trunks, and the dead leaves giving way to a new green.

Sometimes, the ramblings of a madman make their way to my pages. Such are the words you are now reading. Please either humor me or tell me to stop. Whichever you chose. I can understand your point of view. Though action need not be taken.

As I simply follow my fingers..