Behind the curtain…
I can make no apologizes for the constantly fragmented thoughts that spill from my mind, for I am what I am and I do what I do to keep the crazy outside instead of in.
I can spend an entire day locked in debates with myself about one casual topic or another, for it is very easy for me to see all sides to an argument and harder for me to commit (at times) to which shore of belief I actually belong on. However, when dealing with any subject that I am personally passionate about I have little qualms about stating my mind and standing up for what I believe in.
I love the idea of sharing my ideas with strangers, while sharing with those I care most about (and those who care most about me) unnerves me for some strange reason. I also love the ability to see, if only briefly, into the minds of others who are swimming through the same turbulent seas of life with different eyes.
When I write I most often choose to look at the world from perspectives I am least comfortable with; the drug addict, the beggar, the zealot; because I already know my own story, but I do not yet know theirs.
I believe that each of us is the center of our own private universe… this just happens to be mine.