Mysterious Whatever
How far do I go? How much do I write? How much do I love? How much do I fight? Nice. Working on getting my own thoughts out here...outside of poetry, and still I can't shed the rhyming. Does that inhibit what I type? The channels in which my thoughts can flow? Do I want it that way? Safe is well...safe. Questions, questions, as soon as I answer one, I go looking for another. I'm watching scenes from episodes of the Johnny Cash show as I type. Scenes from Episodes. Something in me likes that, and... Sign in to see full entry.