Random thoughts @ 9:00AM

A lot of what I write, I feel, should not be posted on social networks, but rather uttered in small conversations between honest individuals who share the same confined space either in the corners of the library, at the lonely park bench or simply in bed. That’s really what my urge to blog cries for: those honest individuals, silently suffering inside because they seek the same conversations I long for, but ceases to speak to every person in their lives. One of my good friends wants to extinguish the negative connotation of the word public, so that we, as a community, can at least know who our own neighbors are. Simple conversations may not echoe upon your soul, but I truly think it ripples something insignificantly significant in time and space.