I Stop.
I Prevent.
I can't bring myself to throwing notebooks away, because I've scribbled on the margins of them.
Snippets and thoughts and songs.
Its weird, and kinda mad.
To be the scribbler that I am!
But slowly dreaming, with open eyes.
I think up my best ideas and they need to be written down.
Immediately, or else they'll never be found.
Like right now, I'm loving the fact that I can write,
Create something, that feels just right.
