the reason

i often told people during the earlier days that i was busy writing this book. in a way it was the truth and in a way very far from it. i always had the desire to write what was going on in my head. to paint a picture of what happened in my emotions and dreams. to draw the smiles and to erase the sorrows. somehow I never got past the second page. therefore i think i have written over a dozen first two pages. they all started out guns blazing but the ideas quickly faded and die. finding the reason for this became my quest. my mission. something that just had to be done. then one night i caught up with genna. and i realised that the stories had to be told.