ANTICIPATE FOR SUNDAY SCRIBBLINGS i anticpated and was disappointed.............. i dreamed and was denied........... i went and never saw............ i believed and didn't achieve....... i looked and could not see................ i know that i did not................ believe in me the journey carry on tuesday
The journey began and immediately it was apparent that there was to be no end. There would be countless years of struggles and frustrations. Even if there was to be some small area of success or some small milestone reached, the journey would continue, driven by the desires and deeds of the writer. There had to be much thought and then long periods of rethinking. Roads had to be driven and maps plotted and then the routes had to be redirected and sent in another way. The ultimate destination a dream, maybe a forgotten childhood fantasy or a simple desire to be noticed. The road is a compulsion that must be followed. It cannot be denied and when a milestone in the journey is reached it may cause revulsion and denial. Like a woman who wants to destroy the children she has created, the writer has periods of remorse and hates the offspring of their thoughts. They lament the creative process and have grave doubts about the journey but they know it must go on. It cannot be stopped, because it is now in the blood and no matter what happens on the journey, the writer must continue. To stop the journey would be to deny eternal life. There will never be an end, only the journey.