Here I am. There you are.
A close friend of mine once said, "words are my friends". Another close friend of mine once discovered the power of speech, of words, of carefully crafted phrases. One of these friends is no longer a close friend of mine. The friend I mentioned first, to be exact. People fall in and out of touch all the time, and quite often it is our efforts rather than external factors that play a greater part in maintaining friendships.
A tree with too many branches will whither. These are my branches, these are my leaves. These will be the pages I leave open for all to read. Was that a poem? Well, I'll just tell 'em, when you let me loose, I'm like Dr. Seuss.
It is my sincerest wishes that my posts not be overly childish for your tastes (at least usually), nor overly unrefined for your comprehension (most to all of the time). It is for an audience, after all.
Sentimentality that poses too great an emotional value on the 'first' (first time, first post) can hinder the way of progress or paralyse one from acting on anything at all. A high enough fever can directly affect the brain, altering one's perception of reality and thought processes. Mine are very short right now.
