this thing that happened today

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Today, my dad gave me a rose he grew in his garden.

vocal authenticity.: I am... I am a quirk, a novel combination of characteristics, a snowflake in the sea of humanity which surrounds me. I am a person with personality I've never known before, I am a stranger falling in love with myself. I am a web of compexities yet to be mapped, a series of idiosyncracies yet to be realized. I am a puzzle forming a picture, piece by piece, extending its borders to infinity. Today I am staring meekly at a blank screen, searching desperately for the words which might set me free. The cursor, blinking incessantly, so sure I'll find my thoughts in its impatience. I struggle to find my voice in a world in which everyone is so sure of their need to be heard. I am peeking from behind a great wall, my only fear greater than that of being heard, is that of the internal echo of my unbearable silence. Thus into the world is another blog born.

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