I've never really realized it til now but, all my life, I think I've wanted to be a writer... A constant need to express, to story-tell, to stir emotions and make people think. But in reality, I suppose all that has ever stopped me was my laziness, the actual, you know, writing. So I guess you could say I'm more of a thinker. An idealist. That I have always known myself to be. Always debating, contemplating, overthinking, sinking into separate universes created in my mind. I guess it's my love language and need for attention that make me want to share the thoughts in my head.. Kind of pretentious, in a way. What makes my thoughts more important or insightful than those of anyone else? Well, not everyone can be a Wordsworth or a Whitman after all. But we can try to invent and create beautiful pictures with words in formations thought nonexistent, in the hope that someone other than our own conscious will find some sort of meaning. Hoping that our thoughts, although being unique, still connect to the soul of someone else. And that is the reason for it all. Simple human connection. Just, for once, not feeling alone in the universe.