Write What You Know

Write what you know. Write what you know. Write what you know.

What do I know?

I know I don't want to be at home right now. I want to be out, I want to be learning, hearing, seeing things I haven't before. I want to be experiencing things that scare me. I want to feel ways I haven't felt in years. I want to learn to see the world for more than face value. I want to drive until I shouldn't drive anymore, then I want to walk the rest of the way. I want to adventure with nothing more than a flashlight and blanket. I want to find an edge of the world and I want to claim it as my own. But I can't do it alone. Well, I can do it alone, but I don't want to.

I also know that I miss having someone to share things with. I miss being able to see something and immediately know who would appreciate it. I miss having a great feeling and turning to the person who was almost always next to me and telling them all about it. There's no limit to how lonely this world can get. Just when I think I've hit bottom, I find myself even more alone. Just when I think I've found my way out, I realize that I wasn't as close as I thought. I miss hearing songs that remind me of what I have. I miss kisses goodbye, I miss kisses hello. I miss things I never even knew I had.

But the only way to get that again, is to do something scary. The only way to find something special is to be something special, and what if I'm not as special as I think. That's the scariest thought in the world. But now I'm writing what I think, and I'm supposed to be writing what I know. I know I'm scared, and I know why, and it's because I don't know everything.

I do know I'm tired of being scared.