Long time no post. No real reason, just been busy with that mini series called life. Watching people and wondering whats really up. Loads of questions, but on the other hand, are they questions that will change the way people think, or act? Nah, I dont think so. Chilled evening, storming here. Loving the sound of rain outside while a family sleeps in peace. I find myself turning off all radios and T.V's these days, and just enjoying the silence.

Trying to just smile and nod at the world, dont think there will ever come a day when I can say "Ah Ha! I get it!". If i ever do I would more than likely be lying to myself and to the world. But maybe thats what whats our society tick; just believing in something and sticking to your guns, no matter what the truth really is. Finding a camp, and having blind, loyal trust in it. Ah well, guess thats not me. Problem is I will always question, and then probably question again.

I havent written anything from the old books yet, they proving to be harder to find than i thought. Dammit! I thought i knew where they were! Im keeping half an eye out for them, sure they will pop up again sometime.

I shared this link with one person, and now find myself compromised. If they read this, well you know who you are. Can I still be open and honest and myself now, with out judgement? Its not that Im not open and honest, I just dont normally share this side of what goes on in my head. Why I shared it, God alone knows. But there is reason in everything that happens so I guess that happened.

I met a guy today, who inspired a whole new word in my life. Do you know the word Nostalgia? If not, google it. Anyway, my word of the day is: Knobstalgia. Thats when you only have totally dick memories of the past, and you roll around in them in some sort of twisted pleasure. Really, get over the past, it isnt going to change.I have sympathy for people with tough stories, but wow, you get those that have made it a life motto, dragging it forward and torturing people in the present with it. Life is, just once. One go at it, and we all fuck it up at some point, even if we dont know it. But we carry on man. We pick ourselves up and well, just make it better. I dont get people who dont see that.

Time out for me, but I did enjoy this short story.