it's all i can do.

"i want to run
i want to hide
i want to tear down the walls
that hold me inside.
i want reach out
and touch the flame
where the streets have no name"
u2, where the streets have no name

if you all knew what it took me to put out a blog sometimes.
it sometimes takes me 3 or 4 different songs, 5 or six themes, and 7 or 8 times trying to get the wording right. i will type, delete, retype, delete, reword phrases as many times as it takes me to put it. a lot of what i write never even makes it past the chopping block. i don't know why. i think it's that part of me that screams for recognition. the part of me that wants to hear someone say "hey, i read your blog. good work." which is odd. because that's not the reason i have this. the reason i have this is so that i can post thoughts i feel comfortable sharing with the entire internet, or more truthfully, my four readers. sometimes they're entertaining, sometimes they're serious, sometimes they're both entertaining and serious. sometimes i don't know what the hell it's about. like this one.

what are your walls?
what's holding you inside?