Hmmm. I am sitting down to write, because I insist. Insist to write what- I do not know. I would like to write something powerfully inspirational...something beautifully stimulating and something that makes the reader dig deeper within. I really would. I would also like to write something brutally honest. Something that is inside me that would be so raw and shocking that it would be clear that I believed in unadulterated truth and authenticity. I really would.

I would also like to save the world. I would like to remind people that there is life outside of their struggles and a power within to survive. I would like to put food in the bellies of all of the babies out there who ate raw ramen noodles and maybe nothing else today. I would like to comb a little girl's hair simply because no one else will. I would like to love the little boy who can't sit still at school because he's hungry and tired and doesn't know what concentration looks like. I would like to remind someone today that they can be anyone and do anything that they want to do. I would like to be there when that one person thought no one could be there. I really would.

I'd like to end poverty. I'd like to feed starvation away. I'd like to clothe and home homelessness. I'd like to heal the hurting. I'd like to end the fight against abuse. I'd like to end the cycle that causes so many to feel they cannot. I'd like to...I really would...but I cannot. I cannot do any one of these things tonight. All I can do is sit here and tap on my laptop, in my overpriced apartment, on my velvet couch. All I can do is listen to my dish washer and MSNBC in the background, while deciding which new dress I will wear to work tomorrow.