Quote of the day: "who am i kidding? my head IS like this. i write as i think and that's why this should end. because having a record of it, however imperfectly distorted, still hurts sometimes. i am coming apart and i am tired of discribing it to you."- Solender

     What I'm left with is, "is it even worth it?"

     So many ways to express what is bigger than words, or actions, or even thoughts. I know that this is bigger, because I feel that this is bigger. What I do not know, however, is if I want you to feel this at all. If you could feel what I feel, than you would have experienced what I have.

     There is magic in this world, if you know where to look. In song or story. In art. In humor. Personalized magic, even, that affects each of us the exact way it does not affect someone else. Masters of their craft go unnoticed for not touching the right souls. Just as one of the most popular music groups of all time makes a song that seems as though it is sung only to me, so too does a writer who has never graced the pages of a book tell my story. My thoughts. My emotions.

     If I could make you see this perfection, should you look? If I could play my past to you, would you listen? If I sang the whispers of my sorrows, would you hear my song? Were I to paint you a picture of every laugh, would you study the canvas? Would you understand my joke? A dance, where every graceful step is choreographed to my successes and failures, each smile or tear... would you dance with me?

     So what I'm left with is, "is it even worth it?"

     It is.