Tonight

I remember that day in the near slumber of grass.

I wrote that line. It belongs to no poem yet, but as it stands alone, there's something about it that I love. I guess I'm growing tired of using the cliche "I remember" beginning, but sometimes there's just no better way of describing a memory that resurfaces.

I started this blog because there's something appealing about being able to have the freedom to speak about anything at any time of the day or the night. I doubt many people will read this; in fact, I'm sure of that. Maybe someday, when I'm gone, if they can't find my journals or my poetry, this will help them understand even a fraction of who I am. I don't know who they is, but I'm sure there will be a they someday.