Without Limits

I have just over 200 entries on this journal in the past couple years. I have written about my own relationships, my own indecision, and conquering my own fears. I have written about the relationships of others, the obligation of authors, and my impressions of certain authors. I have symbolized my belief, literalized my belief, and tried to hide. I have written fiction, fiction, and fiction; for Hallowe'en, and Remembrance Day, and for Christmas. I have written all of these things that I am proud of and yet none of them is all I'm capable of. I am still without limits.

Thank you for reading.