Tout le Monde,

I remember when I was growning up, up till highschool.  I didn't live the most glamorous life.  And it wasn't as good as it is now.  I found mediums to release my frustrations.  Stuck in my hollow box occassionally being filled with water, what was I to do.

So I had begun to write countless poems and journals of my life, my thoughts, my anger and it led to some really good work.  The time in my life where I found the most eager to get away from, I find the period of time that I would like to go back to in terms of reflection.

I think that my best work came from then that now I don't have any waves to write about.  Nothing but the happy the silly and the amazing.  Things that really don't find interest in a poem because there is nothing to analyze.  What's there to figure out? What's happy is happy, what's love is love.  But when there's darkness, who's to say what's in it, or how it looks like.

I guess I'll take the time to revert back to my angry days or maybe find some that might be lingering somewhere within the happiness, confidence, and support systems.  I really do like to go back to writing poems regularly I just have to find my muse.

Au Revoir!!