The nightmares seem to be starting up again.

The whispering voices in the dark.

I hear them again.

I thought things were different, I thought things had changed.

They aren't as big as they were once, aren't as numerous, no longer are they a multitude, an endless unstoppable horde, just out of my vision.

But they're still there.

And the light doesn't make them quiver, the light doesn't chase them away.

In a way thats worse.

I know who they are.

They don't care.

And I can't do anything about it.

Except one thing.

But should I?

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.