Ears Ringing

I should write. I should write. I should write. I should write. And this April slowly, no quickly comes to a close and I think I should write I must write I need to write. How do I ever make time to write. From nothing to do onto something every minute for the people around me. The car rides. The Starbucks requests. On again off again and once again back in again. Through it all I can't fall, knowing that this is what I requested from everyday since last fall. The many ways the words work and I just keep thinking I should write. I need to write. To enrich me, to awake my soul with a deeper theme of it all. But I am tired and the rambles keep flowing as I lay my head to the pillow each night wondering how and when I got here. To this moment. To this place. 3,000 miles from that other place. What I would give for a day of tours. But now it's all changed. It's all different. I think. It just. Got serious. I do. Don't give up. Keep checking back again. I promise there will be more. Be more of this stuff we call blogging. Out into the blogosphere. Out into the unkown. For the freedom of speech and what it's worth. Well what it's worth to me can't mean as much as a paycheck since I did it more when the latter wasn't around. I wasn't around. I woke up and layed back down. To the sound of the leaves falling. The snow falling. The rain falling. My mind falling. Until the phone call came and brought me to this place. This place that woke me up at 7am day after day after day after day. Welcome to being an adult. Welcome to being part of the population. You grew up over night because you had to. No more breakfast sandwiches. No more snow days. No more mid day naps. No more writing. Although I know I have to write. I want to write. I yearn to write. No time to write. 

Just a girl, with the flow of the thoughts out into the unknown, and this is me now but it always has been, don't you wish you really knew me back then?