thought

I have a little grey book. It sits on my bedside table by night, and accompanies me wherever I go. Its where I write. Its where pretty much every idea of mine begins. Its where every thought is developed. It holds dreams, and big ideas, and poems, and prayers, and stories, and things that make me smile, and things I dont want other people to hear for whatever reason, and things I never want to forget. Second to Jesus, this little book is my most constant companion. I love it to pieces, really.

I just think thought is something quite spectacular. We take it for granted. If you know me at all, youll know that I think out loud, I have the most random trains of thought, get sidetracked like nothing else, and forget things like there is no tomorrow. I guess thats why I started to keep my book. One day, just maybe, I might have a thought, a good one, and it wont be ruined by me stumbling over words, or starting to think about something else, or forgetting it completely, but it will be there, with me forever.

This post really isnt going anywhere, I was just sitting here on my bed, giggling to myself as I flick through it and reading some of the thoughts that have made it to paper in the last few months. I cant wait to read it in 10 years time. Maybe, just maybe I'll share some of the stuff here.