Whys and wherefores.

The phone was warm, almost hot to touch, pressed up against my ear, my eyes open but oblivious to what they were seeing, my reality barely defined by the soft glow of yellow LEDs and the humming of a sleepy computer.

"Nothing you say will stop me from caring about you."

"But you shouldn't. I know I'm not worth it. Don't get yourself into something that you'll regret.."

"Can't you just... be happy that you knew and met me..?"

"I wish I could just be happy too.. But it's not that simple."

"I'm not going to stop caring. You can't make me."

I managed a weak smile. Weak, because the swirling negativity seemed rather intent on staying in control. A smile, because I could feel the sincerity and earnestness in that soft, melodic voice.

"But why...?"

"Because you're interesting.. And with you, I could never run out of things to say.. Why would I want to stop talking to someone who can make me go on forever?"

And for once, I had no answer.

I'm off...

I know it has been a while since the last time I posted an entry on here.

I've been doing alot of thinking, (all that self-worth and 'what would the world need me for anyway' sort of thing) and well, you know how these things can lead you down a path of doubt.

I'm quitting on everything....

Choices in cyle of life

It is tough to say what stages in life lead to. We will always fail to see past our own choices, bound as we are to previous experience and excruciating reminiscences. Where shall we lean next, which path should we take now? Does it matter, what the choice is, in the end?

I will pick my heart on this road, for my mind has rarely served me as well as it has been trusted. For the music of my soul, the heart will sing in its own incomparable splendour.

Welcome. And please stay.