So here we are, on the plane on my way towards new horizons. That are we to expect to find out here in this… dark? bright? the proper adjective eludes me. In either case, what lies ahead seems almost organic in nature-ever changing before me with no signs of allowing one such as me, to view what is to come in a future that decides if i am to succeed in the goals for which life and the horrors of existence have bestowed upon me. is it the pain that blinds me? perhaps my simple regrets hold my thoughts still in this minor point in the fifth dimensions. but if this is so, then in time i should regain my thoughts non? but then what of my months of blindness leading up to this point, my inability to see the pain i felt only hours before? do my emotions flow beyond the folds of time, flowing back like a fish against the torrents towards the ke moments in my mind? whatever the case… I’m off towards new horizons, let us hope they are more distracting than the dusk i leave behind.
I've gone through a lot of stages in my life. But through them all is the same yearning, a need to write down my thoughts, my stories; ideas that never occur to me as important, yet they fight to be put down in print.
I'm not a writer, I'm a programmer, but my dreams always tell me that there is something more to my universe than just the logical world I see around me. There must also be the imaginative world, the one that dares to explore all possible universes, even though I know it cannot. Ask me stuff.
I'm not a writer, I'm a programmer, but my dreams always tell me that there is something more to my universe than just the logical world I see around me. There must also be the imaginative world, the one that dares to explore all possible universes, even though I know it cannot. Ask me stuff.
