I read your blog

A coincidence, it is.

I haven't blogged much and neither have you, but you have a new entry recently and I somehow read it.

I do wonder if you would stumble upon mine.

Do you feel this way, that when your mind conceives a silent language, the only thing that stands between you and the truth is an agnostic state born from the openness of all things possible?

If we could be handed or could seek the rawness of reality, every single bit of truth uncensored, and realize that protective political correctness is denying and plundering us of the authenticity that could truly make our existences worthwhile....

There is a world inside, one so rich and one so vivid that everything else dulls in comparison. The world that is, what it provides, if it does not feed what is already inside, is only rife with worthless tabloid, hearsay and things that could burn and die for all we -- or is it I -- care.

Occasionally there is delight in enjoying the simple pleasures -- though we know, it is not the simple pleasure that truly brought us happiness.

But that, there is a tiny sense of normalcy we know we can never have.

Read a comic

The doctor thinks I have a psychosomatic problem.

I don't know, I don't think so and I don't care.

I just finished reading a comic, and the ending is giving me so many mixed feelings.

How is everything connected?

I don't know, but maybe I care.

Sometimes I think my life already ended a long time ago and all I have left now is just a mental camera with a broken tape.

You know?

At the end of the day, the world condones our existence, but it will take from us. Nothing belongs to us.

The world, it'll keep moving on, and leave us all behind.