I sit here typing out words. Those words are my thoughts. But I wonder if what I say gets any sort of meaning out to those who read what I write.

     I sit here dreaming. A dream of being a freelance writer. I have always loved to write, especially poems and essays. So I guess that is why my dream of being a freelance writer hasn’t come true yet. If I want this dream to become true, then I have to start writing in other ways too.

     Another thing I think and dream of is moving to a house. It doesn’t matter if I rent or own it. I just want, and need, to move out of this low income apartment complex. I’ve grown up and outgrown the kind of people who live in these types of apartment complexes. It’s time I move on. In a way it’s time to move upward also.

     Still thinking. Still dreaming. Yet I remain here before the computer screen typing away my thoughts, dreams, my inner most feelings. But are there people who really understand me for what I am saying?

     I sit here typing out many words. These thoughts I need to get out. It’s kind of like exploring what’s inside of me when I put my fingers to the keyboard. I wonder though if what I say, feel, think is actually getting through to the who and the what that really matters.

     So I will continue writing, thinking, dreaming. Most of all I will continue believing that I can do anything I set my mind to.