Last night.

I met up with an old friend. A very strange relationship this one. We met around seven years ago and have only really hung out alone three times. But each time is amazing and each time it's like we've known each other far better than we actually do.

She seems to have an amazing sense of reality. Of the fact that at the end of the day, we can control our emotions. We can remove ourselves from the equation and just let it play out, any way we see fit.

I arrived at 10:30pm. We spent around four hours living life through the animation pumped out to us by a computer screen. Everything seemed to simple. We were on the very edge of what it is to exist. The sole thought being that regardless of everything that has happened up to now to create history and anything that can happen from now to create future is of no consequence. We were alive. This was out time to be alive and we realised it entirely with our bodies and our mind, just lying on a futon at some odd hour of the night.

For once I felt alive and nothing could stop me from enjoying it.

So here we are.

I don't know what I'm really doing here or how to best use this space, but I'll give it a go. This is for me to better understand myself and to explore my abilities as a writer and more importantly an active artist. I am aiming for a state in which I can add to the expressing of emotions and opinions of the time I live in. I want to desribe and explain myself, the people around me and why we live this way, at this time. This may become a huge failure. But I need to do something with my life other than just going to work an uninspiring job like the rest of the beehive. Life is here to be lived and experienced and I intend to accomplish this or fail miserably at it. At least I would have made an attempt.