Random

I don’t want this blog to tell how I am.

I don’t want to share with my Facebook friends.

I don’t want to tweet on Twitterland.

I don’t want to sell and I don’t want to brag or hawk or yammer on.

I want to write.

I want to tell a story.

I want to bury myself in the pages and write. Write my gut out. My soul out.

I want to build and break and find a sense of belonging and try to stretch my beliefs all in a story. Nothing more and nothing less.

I want to say it all inside that.

I want to say everything I can and say nothing else.

I don’t want to sign and I don’t want to smile and I don’t want to have to make sense.

I want to tell a story. Not mine but someone else’s. Yet of course make it my own.

Everyone has their story to tell and sell and they do so every second of every day.

I don’t want to have to. I want to simply live in the confines of my story and bleed my way through it.

I want the story to speak for itself. Nothing more and nothing less.

Nice dream.

Nice desire.

Somedays that’s all I want. All I strive to do.

Tell a good story.