Night

Each night as I lay my head, I say a silent prayer that this looming darkness will pass in haste for it is only in the depths of this madness that I begin to find solace in my sorrows.  

Familiar Strangers

The funny thing about the Internet is the way it lets you dip into your fantasies as an anonymous entity, playing them out in the public eye whilst still sheltered, much as a reticent individual who attends a Masquerade Ball with the hopes of pursuing an admirer.

We can hide behind our fears, play upon our desires and end the whole scheme much like how a director calls cut on set. We all know those individuals who attempt to come across as someone else on Facebook; the ones that post incessant amounts of updates and photos of them doing things that-you-know-they-wouldn't-be-doing-if-they-didn't-have-a-camera-to-record-it.

So here I am, starting a blog, and I am sure you, much like myself, are pondering the question as to what exactly my aim is by opening it: what sphere will the published content fall in? In what field do I hope to gain notoriety? And most importantly, who am I attempting to be online that I cannot be in my everyday life? To this, I myself am not sure of the response. I find myself at that age where nothing is quite certain and sometimes the present moment is more troubling than agreeable. And at times like this, I look to the days behind me for assurance and a smile, and jump to the future with the hopes of all that can be and will be in the days ahead.