a new thought location.

I am tired of Xanga and Myspace, and I would much rather be part of this. So, here I am.

Life is enigmatic,and perplexing right now. I want to write more, write out what I am feeling, but words are not my forte, in fact they never come to me when I need them most. They leave me to rot, to look like a foolish child when I need them there to help me to be who I am. They seem to be friends with most people, but there are very few whom they abondon. The abandoned have to find someone else to express themselves with. Some of them run and grasp ahold of a paintbrush, or a block of charcoal, and create flourishing masterpieces that can grab your soul and take hold of you. Some of them run to a different genre of art. An art that can accelerate any emotion within you all in the course of a few moments, an art that can simply entertain, or can symbolize a superfluity of emotions and expressions. This is the art that I am going to run to and grab ahold of like I have so many times before. And it is as simple as letting my hands on the to the ivory pieces, and letting them run for hours, and let the aria create the emotions I feel.