I used to laugh at the idea of having a blog. The idea of just spewing out random thoughts on a virtual page that was open to view and discussion by masses of individuals that didn't even know you existed 5 minutes before... but now are not only fully aware of you, but have pre-conceived opinions of the you that is displayed on the page. I used to find solice in the simple thought that a pen and a piece of paper could do that same thing, without having the bias of someone elses mind behind it.

I've decided differently. What good is a mind that cannot be expressed? What good is a thought, however large or small, that can not be placed into words, that some mind might come to read and understand, and perhaps take comfort in? What good is a feeling that one chooses not to share?

Well, world, here I am, creating that blog. With a head filled with a billion thoughts and a trillion ideas..... and 4 hours of sleep to run from.

Today, I feel alone. Surrounded, but alone. I feel restless; as though my wings are longing to taste the air in flight, but their tips are doing nothing more than softly scraping the inside of an invisible cage. I'm tired. And I'm alone. Inside my own head. And now, on a virtual page. I want more and more to break way from my life. To fall into a job that I can honestly and whole heartedly say is worthwhile. Yes, I've hit the wonderful stage of "I want". Perhaps it's that "quater-life crisis" thing I was warned of. Or perhaps it's just me. Don't know. But I do know that my couch is calling me once again, begging for my head and body to grace its soft plush cushions with the warmth and weight of my lazy ass.

Perhaps tomorrow something more will come.