There was once a time when I could write just about anything. there are moments when I am working or laying about on my bed and my soul seems to open itself up. If only I could have some kind of machine hooked to my head recording some of the things I am thinking. For example, I want to write two letters. one so delicate and so rich in thought that I almost want to cry thinking about it,the other on is more imformative but so touching and dear to me like the first one.



I just have to wait and see.