I want to write.
I woke up in the middle of the night and all I can think about is, I want to write. I can see all of the shadows and the sparkles on the walls as the little blue light freshens up the room.
I don’t even know what I want to write about. I just want the heady feeling of the words pouring forth. I want to tell others that I am thinking about what is going on in my life, what is important to me, and how I feel about the world around me and what I can do to help it.
And all I know how to do is write my words about it. Does it make a difference at all to anyone?
I really don’t know. All I know is I want to write right now.
Help me, Verlie, help me!
I am your Ipad!