Potential?

[blodeuedd]

When I started writing in this journal, I had hopes of actually churning out something occasionally worthwhile. So while that hasn't happened yet, I'm still hoping that I will one day prove my potential isn't going to waste. Because I'm lazy and because I keep my own counsel, I don't write much of importance here and even those things that I would write fail to appear in cyberspace simply because when I get around to it I don't feel like explaining it anymore.

I dreamt of trains the other night. They were old trains and they made a horrible amount of noise. There was also a busy downtown with older buildings than any around here and many, many cars. It was summer. I don't dream of winter very often, I think, especially when there's no snow on the ground in spite of the cold.