Early posts for me

In the early parts of the morn my eyes dreamed deep. Awaking to this need to talk to someone. Though all I ended up doing is making a mental note that there is only this place to look or talk into. So I spoke early this morning here. Allowing all that may be trickling, slow down to electronics.

And now I am scrolling over all the notes I made. Looking for the parts of me that scream a voice. I know that the words that I found upon lines will soon be expressed here. Granted it was a part of a dream. Every word written was said in my dream.

Kind of like that of mind playing with memories. Stating what is read from a script or even a journal. In such a narrative voice that I had to write it down. The necessity of the whole poem or view was demanding.

Sadly I realize that it isn't long but it is powerful. Just as a short story I wrote somewhere else. It is amazing just how wonderful it is to write again. Even though most of my other hobbies are on standstill. Yet I am not complaining. One by one I am gaining them back.

It is splendid to feel different. Different and actually special. Maybe not to many but to me. For that is all that has too matter.

Just me.