Look into the sky.

Believe in yourself.

Who knows, you may just catch that cloud.

You may just catch that falling star.

And make it yours.

But its not time yet.

I'll wait on that star.

Maybe I'm a star too.

We'll see.

Let these lips do what palms do my friend.

They meet.

Ooh lala.

Okay, I'm not very sane now.

Sad how my lovely ethereal sound bytes get blown away by my excessive penchant for drama, or the very bad timing associated with my sardonism and illogical ramblings.

I have a very weird compunction for complicated vocabulary.

I still want that star.

Does that star want me?

Not yet, and even if it did, not now.

Time to change that.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.