Bumbling through the morning....

talking to myself. <-- This is the rest of my title. I do weird shit like that from time to time.

So, here I am back at writing here again. When do you think I'll get over the novelty of having a blog that noone reads? Probably in a week when I start waking up and try to force myself to write something here.

The only problem that I can foresee myself having with this thing is feeling the necessity to keep it upto date and free of lies. Yeah, right.

Something else that I may point out, is that when the mood strikes I may end up writing somethings that resemble poetry here. I haven't really decided if/where I will keep those items, but the good ones, or the really bad ones may end up making its way onto this blog. Just as a heads up.

I sometimes have the creative urge to put words together. Case in point:

Standing at the side of the road
tall white horse beside me,
my trusted companion,
spent years helping me to cross
the endless desert.

What am is this person doing with a horse? I dunno.
Who is this person? I dunno. You? Me? Everyone?
Why is the desert endless? Had you wandered there from somewhere else? If so, then its not endless, just long.

Also, at times the words that I put here may end up coming across as dark, dreary, negative, sad. This does not necessarily mean that I'm depressed, it just means that I'm having a bad day, and feel like taking my frustrations out on my vocabulary. I think that everyone should have a blog for themselves, even if its just for themselves. Its a great way to rid yourself of some stress and frustration.

Ciao.