The door is open..

Here I am. I am tired of wishing I had more time to write. I have time. It's here on my desk somewhere. So anyway, I will find time and I will write. And I will say it all just the way it will come to me. Phrases or words. Sense or nonsense. Fragments of dismantled logic. Turmoils of emotion. Anything. Everything. I don't care. Take whatever you want and leave the rest. No matter how little you will take and how much you will leave behind, the load will be lighter and the journey more likely to be completed on time.