I wish I were a bird, just like my name, with majestic wings, flying high in the sky...

There are things that you sometimes need to do...they may not be the most appropriate...but its best to do them and get them out of your system ...

Once upon a time there was a little hope,lonely and needed a friend. One day, along came gut ...offering to be friends with hope and they became the best of friends . And since that day they knew that together they could never be wrong!
The story maybe lousy but it is true...and true stories are often boring...maybe some day I will be able to write something more interesting...a fairytale maybe...

Is it still a story if no one reads it? How do you write it if you don't know the end? What if there is no end?
There is a dream I see so often that now it is hard to tell it apart from reality....
Why is my chain of thought always so erratic?!!

This is going to be an attempt to capture life...a promise to write like no one is reading and a sheepish confession that someone will read...