I'll write today tomorrow yesterday

I've been writing a story inside my head. I wish that at the moments I am thinking those thoughts, I could have a computer to fastly organize a story into something tangible and perhaps rememberable. Words come out so much quicker when I type. Perhaps I must perfect the art of handwriting before I situate myself into using only technology to write.

Prepare prepare. I will be back. If only I had the time of night and my own personal computer.

The freedom of my computer, my room, my apartment, my time, my decisions, my own life. This is only something I want now that I will not so much care for later. It's the never ending black whole of never being filled. To be fulfilled is to be complete, to be complete is to be done, finished, ended.


//rant rant...