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I am just waiting for classes to begin. I started writing in a journal, but poetry. I think this may help, or just show me the countless crap that I write. It is an everyday experience and I'll place some of that here. I find that I am writing about the past, but I think that is not enough. For writers, looking into the future is best. Experimenting with the words, and sounds when they are spoken, through the mind of the reader. How is a poem read silently? Since it's still early, I'm just writing w/o purpose. This is where I am. I realized I can do more with this blog that just right, so forgive me for the boring nature.