Sometimes I like to write, sometimes I even love to write, but at other times it plagues me to want to write. I have a full brain if ideas, but when I try to get the words to paper they do not always appear the way that I want them. They do not come out and make the text that I want to read appealing, but yet I continue to try to get the words out so that I could at least get something to be out there, but in the reality it just bounced no where.

I wish I had the ability to write something magical to have my thoughts spill out in such a way that I am able to reach out to someone, make a difference or allow my words to be used for someone to make a greater good. But yet in the end I have just meaningless words grouped together to portray my frustration in the fact that I am not able to get the words to mean anything meaningful, which in turn makes them meaningless.

So in the end again I have written a piece that has no meaning, no merit, no design, and no development. In the end this is still a piece that is written and that is more than I expected it to be.