My Truth

          So this is where we start off. Here in a room I lie in wait. I wait on inspiration. I wait for the nerves to rest so that I may relax. This laptop may be fickle, but it's my tool to escape. Beyond the paper and pen. Yes, I will  use this to win! Rather late than never as they say. My mind wonders and drifts away. Put your best foot forward, publish, html..., and other buttons like it are all that I see. My eyes lay glued to this plain screen. Honestly, what is that I want this to be. Many say let it reflect you, or bend to the consumer's appeal. Treading through minute keys on this oh so ebony board will failure grip me or will adrenaline compel me. Consistency is what can make or break me. The natural desire write remains within. I maybe waiting on "inspiration", however I think inspiration aspires to my truth...