kritter

I sit alone in my room. The sound the ticking of a clock, the concerto of time passing. Memories of where I've been, anticipation of where I am going, the trepidation of where I am.

The smell of brewing coffee in the air, the beginnig of another day. What will it bring? I fear the unknown, but the fear runs through me like an electric charge. It keeps me going, it keeps me alive. Fear is the catylyst of my success.

Everybody has story, but I believe that the story doesn't get told until it is ready.

I believe mine is ready to be told.

In the beginnnig, there wasn't much to tell. Then in a flash and a fury everything started moving. from there...


PEACE!!!!!!!!!