Thinking out loud... on a page

i have discovered that writing is a gift. for me, i write because i feel there is soooo much on my mind to say, and then it jus comes out interesting! its funny ow little insignificants can become of interest to people! why should myincoherent ramblings and sometimes, retarded musings sound like a great work of art to others? because, writing is s gift!

so i write... i write to reember, i write not to forget. feelings, happenings,thoughts and wonderings of my wandering mind. i write to find succor in my intricate articlations of my deepest ponderings. i write to immortalize my fondest memories of cherished experiences. and sometimes, i write to hide what i want to keep from time and from the listening world. so i can say it all and only i would understand what i have said. but ussually, i write, co i jus love to write. the climax of offloading pent up thoughts is second to none. i can fully understand as i carefully explain to you and to myself, why, how, when and what happened/will/be/should/ be/ might be/ or i wish...!

to some, writing is some kinda fantasy you escape into... well, yes... and no... if anything, articulatng your thoughts on paper opens you up to whatyou cannot hide from. so, rather than escape, it hits right in the face.

ok, so now i gotta go... i will complete this, i will still write.