finally a beginning

Everything just needs to be said. Everything is so often so unreal, yet so life-altering. Saying it. Putting it out there--there is reality in that. Finality. There is peace in knowing I'm not making this stuff up. No one even knows I'm here. No one needs to know. There simply must be a record. At some point, just seeing that it's time stamped in some cyberspot will be necessary.  In the meantime, it eases the lonely journey along the edge of everything.