I keep starting to write something, and finding myself unable to put into words what I'm thinking. My thoughts whirl too quickly, I guess I shouldn't try and catch them all or be with them all. The reality is I don't like to think that they all are me, but they are. I mean, here I sit in front of my computer screen (at least I have one-and the energy to power it right?), cursor blinking. Yet, my major dilemma is what should I say? Or, where do I begin? and Does anyone care? Does it matter? Is all hope lost? and Should my only hope now be that it be short, the war that is?
What if these aren't the first things to cross my mind? What if, the first thing to cross my mind is, haven't we been here before?
