An outlet, almost forgotten

i had all but forgotten the memories and stories i had at one time posted on here. but i needed an outlet, and facebook notes just dont feel right for my thoughts. so what better place then here, what better time then now. so here is to the start of my mind finding an ease of passage back into words that will collect the disarray of my thoughts. maybe you, the reader will find meaning in these monkeys worth of typewriter post that i will leave, or maybe youll glance upon them and find nothing, but this is the only way i know that i can find myself is by freely writing, writing every thought out, so that i can analysis it and find reason in my own twisted way. often there will be no constructive conclusion, or a continuous thought, but that is how it is in here, inside the room that has but no window, only a door, a flood gate, is. i dont proof read most of the time, i dont use ' in most of my words that they are needed for, youll get use to it, im sure. well, this is all for now, im going to read for a bit, and then spend sometime hearing another's words much more valuable at this time then my circular thoughts.