Somewhere deep down in the ocean there is life which means that even in a cold freezing cube where someone's heart used to be there is warmth.

There is something that drew you to me I suppose or you were just tapping mindlessly, whatever the case thanks for popping by.

I'm a mind filled with ideas mostly unfinished ones and I like to read. I write because somehow people find some sort of joy in it and I take joy in making people smile because well......

There's this pride, this overwhelming feeling joy whenever I do and like a small flame on a match stick I could either let it burn out or spread it.

I also write to express myself I have overheard somewhere that its therapy. Somehow whenever you read something the emotion it was filled with always embraces you with such warmth.

I suppose I just want someone to hear me so listen... please.