How long
How long has been I'm afraid to check. My moons passed over slightly lit stars drowned by the lights of the city. I posted chapter one of my book last time and no however long later i sit and write once more. Music is good calms the soul. Makes me feel like I am at least trying to do something rather than wasting my life slaving away at the local convenience mart. Hope for the future I guess. All I have left is hope and in a world of infinite possiblities where anything can happen anything will happen. I look back on life and see a lot of things I miss friends who have faded, words left unwritten, and chords left unstrummed. Hope. Maybe things will work out in the way that we would like. Maybe I can actually pull something off and not be stuck so far on the ground. If life is confidence I'm getting better, Im at least working on it. Im working on what I want to do and following the things I want to follow. I was I wasn't such a scared little lamb.