So I’m up really late at night. And I want to, to do something. It’s just a feeling I get sometimes. I want to do something that will be… meaningful, or breathtaking. If that makes sense.

I want to write something, I have all of these phrases, and half-finished sentences in my head. Half-conversations. But nothing cohesive, nothing that makes sense.

Or I want to take pictures. I have half-ideas. I want to take a picture that will take people’s breath away.

I want to make a difference. I don’t want to leave this world without doing something worth while, without making an impact on someone’s life.

I’m watching these letters appear on the screen, I wrote them, I made them come together. But do they make any sense? Are they important?

I just have that feeling. Thats how a lot of these ficlets, or well ramblings, come to exist. I have a feeling, and I have to let something out.

But I don’t know what. I just- try to make something meaningful come out of these words. But it’s just out of my reach.