I began as a dream,
that melted into an idea,
that blossomed into a story,
that tarnished into an obsession.
And though I can never exist,
I have quite an influence on the world,
So in the most real sense,
I exist by not existing.

I've grown used to talking to myself. Sometimes it feels like I'm the only one who listens, the only one who sees the world in its intricacies.
I should become a philosopher. Or a poet. But for now, I'll talk to you, so feel free to browse my musings; they're for your eyes anyway.