no title can i edit that later I wonder

I'm really to tired to have much to say, so I'm just gonna write and see what happens. I am trying to write here as much as possible, just for the practice of writing, and to open the gates and let out all those thought anxieties self critical thoughts and grand or not so grand relevations, because I might not be able to say it all but I can say something, I can pour words on the page, rearrange them a million ways. After years of being washed in the tide of poetic expression and attempts to grasp at the intangible, what is washed away and what is worn thin, time for something with a but more form. Let's attempt full sentances even. Friends have suggested I attempt a novella, or perhaps a short story, I think I'm working my way up to that. Certianly something more then fragmented words, scribbles on paper, squigley lines. There was a time when I doubted words, thought their true meanings where something beyond my grasp. So now I write, unfolding those crumpled up pieces of paper, picking up a pen, puting fingers to the keys and filling in blanks, and maybe not every word is exacting in detail, perhaps that is something that will come with time, or perhaps what is revealed is more then adequate, and the process certianly much more liberating then holding a pen and waiting for the perfect words.