Originally posted on Wednesday, May 21, 2008 on myspace.com
I am creative, I am original.
I speak in a purely conceited manner.
Trying once again to boost my self-esteem.
Give myself some confidence.
Make myself heard.
There are so many things on my mind.
So many ideas.
But, without something to express them with, they float freely in the open space that is my thought.
So concealed, they drift like plankton in the sea, unnoticed.
So I write, with no intent to make a real point.
I write, to ease my stream of consciousness, and perhaps get some sleep.
But I’m not the first to do this.
I am not creative, I am unoriginal.