Sitting silently sipping my coffee in my corner in a coffee shop in Alabama I ponder the mysterious fluid flowing down my throat and wonder to myself, were we truly meant to be together or was this betrayal just another destiny set upon me. The searing pain on my tongue biting and tearing its way down my throat and as the tears well up in my eyes unbidden and unstoppable as I suppress my natural urge to scream. I treat this place I’m sitting in like a temple or a library yet even more sanctified than any holy shrine on this earth; therefore, I will not scream.
The topics I choose to write about are as varied as my moods. At times I can be curious or theoretical about something specific or so vague that myself am not sure what I'm talking about. I do not always know where a thought is going and I have a tendency to go around in circles without really going anywhere. Like this description, I do not generally seek an answer nor do I seek to answer others questions. Instead I continually seek to question everything; however I always invite answers and do not wish to discourage others. I'm far more interested in the idea of nothing than trying to comprehend everything. Think for example of a shallow pool of water on black concrete and imagine that instead of the concrete beneath the surface of the water, it's actually a bottomless pit. Almost makes you hesitate to stomp with joy in the shallow water for fear of falling doesn't it. Enjoy.