There's so much I want to say, but no words will come. How do you convey a lifetime of stories and experiences? No other way will anyone understand me.

It seems that words are so arbitrary, that we use them aimlessly and without purpose, so that, eventually, they have no purpose at all. We cannot allow our words to ring hollow...and it is for that reason that I am skittish about my own writing. My words are never, ever hollow, and though I may ramble, every word has a particular meaning to me.

This is more of a journal than a blog. I vent here, namely because I can't express a lot of this in vocal words. It's too...complicated.