Questions

The few times I attempt at audible expression, it refuses to rhyme. There's just too much to say, and so little words to use. Thus forced to escape to other's genius--My emotions never were worthy enough to share. But what if everyone thought that way? The people I had met this year who changed my life. What if they had kept to themselves, too afraid of finding the wrong words?

I wonder as I begin this blog, how much will I put of myself into this project? Then, I think, isn't that the question for everything? How much of myself will I dare to trust into anothers hands? Is it worth it after all? I find myself submersed into a culture thriving on popular demand and isolation, and the effects are starting to take place. I tend to mask my deepest, most disturbing thoughts inside, behind a state of euphoria, and love anyone who breaks it.

I hope this stream of consciousness will awaken something within myself, something beyond what I choose to see. And, I hope that anyone reading this will find hope and meaning in these words that i'm so desperately trying to share to anyone who will listen.