Strange New World

Dear you,

I've never been one to keep a journal.  Even in high school when Miss Bailey made it count for a grade.  Random gibberish at times is all that graced the lines of those pages.  The idea of the a journal, to create a record of moments in time, appealed to me, but the catharsis wasn't there.  My heart never felt that burn. Now I'm here and older unsure of what to do. What is my "I" in identity? As simple as it seems maybe I do need to let it out and catalog my thoughts, interests and fears.  Who cares if you know me?  At least I'll know myself.

-Strange Pisces