butterflyuk

To every one who may be here and who may not be here. It feels so strange tonight talking to every one but no one. Let’s admit it. There is no one actually there at the end of your blog but there is a possibility that the whole world could be reading it.
Therefore I have my strange feeling that by not talking to anyone I am talking to everyone.

Why just tonight, it should be any time. A blog is what ever one believes it to be. Just some writing, typing words on the keyboard and reading them on the monitor, a secret diary, saying aloud your thoughts, spreading your views, educating others, enlightening others, communicating to others or to me it is like a friend. It is like a therapist. Perhaps it is communicating to my own self. I said it feels strange tonight because I know I should not have this sad sinking feeling in me. The day has gone good. The evening has past pleasantly. Then why am I still sad? One reason I could say is it’s because I am feeling lonely. I could probably cure that by being in a company but that won’t take away my sadness. I could spend all the time in pleasant company but at the end of the day when I free from everything I have to be with myself. Myself won’t let me feel happy and content. My own self knows the truth. No matter how much I try to fool myself, it sees through me and haunts me when I am alone. It tells me that I am lonely – everyday- but some days it seems more unfair.