when I first started writing a journal even at a young age I knew that that moment was going to live on forever in my heart. The feeling of anticipation of writing everything that went on that day. all those precious little moments in time. I sit here and think about just how quick times goes. And i wonder where everyone will be when my body decides to quit. I have had such a hard time finishing my book. Writing to me is not just something i can just stop doing. It’s something that I need to live. I wonder how people can go on everyday keeping their thoughts in their heads. like how do they even focus?? Writing makes me calm and grounds me in a way. Keeping my head not so far in the clouds. I have always been a dreamer. When I sit down to write I get this really big lump in my throat like it is constricting my air flow. The best feeling of pure excitement and delight. A calming rush racing through my veins. Warming my skin to the touch. It like you are creating something that comes from within you. You have all the possibilities just resting in your hand. Kinda feel like you matter.