here goes nothing

To say i know what i am doing is inaccurate. I know what i want to do. I have an idea of how to do it. To say that i am assured in the expectation of success is even more thoroughly false. I think about it sometimes; who knows if it is too much, or not often enough? I like to sort of take notes from those heavy waves of consciousness. occasionally they are scribbled haphazardly on receipts i find in the wash. other times i'll make a point to remember a phrase of an idea or some keyword my mind admires in a tangent of thought. With a memory like mine these mental notes are vaguely recollected and the edge of complete remembrance taunts me to my core. Other things i'll never forget. Places, Times, and People stay with me, some for a while, others momentarily, only the best forever.