I think it makes me wish for something I’m not even sure exists. Like I’m waiting for something tangible to appear that I’m only hopeful of. I feel as if I’m searching for the dodo bird without even knowing what it looks like. My heart yearns for something it’s never had, never seen. These yearnings, the hopeful glances at someone who walks by, only happen every once in a while when...

Well. I don't know about silly spam. I like to think that none of my writing is "silly spam." But maybe most of it is. Maybe none of it is.Anyways... I wanted to write this journey because I'm kinda experiencing difficulties with my story. I don't know whether to continue or not because people refuse to comment. It's a little annoying, but I'd really prefer to have comments. Please please comment....