a letter to the twisters of fate...?

i've stopped reading, and writing, and doing.
i dunno why.
when i write, it feels less inspired.
and im scared.
is it too late to relize my dream?
my dream is to write.
thats all i ever wanted to do.
and even though im not now,
i will.
the road has just begun,
and it will keep going, even if my feet refuse to walk it.
it will still unfold before me.
and someday soon i'll began to drag my feet.
and then i'll powerwalk.
and jog.
then, i'll run, until i break into a sprint.
and then i'll be happy.

a letter to you, you're a jackass.

you used to rule the world.
but now, you're nothing more than a boy.
i used to be so infatuated.
but not anymore! :)
im through with you!
and im so happy.
im moving on.
to someone who will like me back.
(or at least im trying. im almost done with you!)
and it has been hard, and will be hard.
but im almost done with you!
and i couldnt be happier,
(well maybe i could be, if we were going out)
but i digress.
im done with you.
:) :) :)
FIN