Dearest Incessancy blog

Dearest incessancy blog... oh how I adore you. You are a friend without judging eyes. You allow me to express myself without the chains of scrutinizing minds. Who else could I turn to? A facebook note? A myspace blog? Nay I say. You are the one who is most carefree. I open up here, slow moving, but moving none the less. Soon you shall bear more of my innermost thoughts as I continue to write. These innermost thoughts are the thoughts I have a hard time putting into words, words that don't flow as easily they do now. I have so many things I want to transfer from up there to down on here. With so much thought running amuck, were do I even start? I don't know friend, I don't know. And I honestly am not sure why I am personifying you.

Stop. Think. Where to next?

My mind is always engaging in thought, always moving, always running, and continually processing every bit of information of the day, the yesterdays, and the tomorrows. Those who do not exercise their mind are missing out on more than they know. While some thoughts are not of any of relevant importance, that's still fine. Seriousness all the time gets boring. Although sometimes you need those serious deep thoughts. Actually I like those, I like having the deep thoughts often. It's good to have a complete mixture of them all.

Wait. Pause. Can I pose a question?

What of those who are reading this now? The few, the far in between. Is this safe? Are they the the ones who form opinions in their mind about me based on what they read? Is it good? Is it bad? Should I be worried? Should I start another blog? No, no new blog. Here I like it, here I shall stay. But still, you who are reading this, your eyes pass over each word I type, each thought I possess, what are you thinking? It's not that I care about your opinion, I don't need your approval. But this is not the hard part, it gets difficult when I know you are reading my thoughts. These are thoughts that may or may not be smart, they could or could not be stupid. It's the knowledge you gain, the person you see me as. Opinions are formed, this I know. Form an opinion of me, see if I care. Laugh at me, mock me, secretly hold your hateful means. Perhaps you may read this and like it, good. Yet with all this said, it's still not that that worries me. It's the fact that you, my reader, now have access to a deeper part of me. You know me. You are seeing a side of me I rarely share. Can I trust you? No. No I cannot. For who is there to trust? Trust, such an issue. I have a trust issue. Yet since this blog and I are are now friends (ha), I cannot leave it behind and I must forge ahead. So do me a favor dear reader, do not exploit my thoughts. Do no twist and conjure up false assumptions about me. Just read. Do not judge, do not scrutinize, and most of all do not share. I'm not a big fan of people seeing my works. When I post things online immediately I want to take it down.

This is all. Think what you want.