I started writing to keep my thoughts in one place. So that I could come back someday and look at all the things that I thought that are very moment. Thoughts. There and then. Frozen in time. Written in verses and prose. In a style that only I could read. Then I stopped. Then I started. I found some nice people here. Interesting people. People, who as I now understand, hide in there. In the world. Cause there are different. Because they shine like stars amongst the people so mundane. But then again, I hide too. I say what is on my mind but in joke not out loud. Never out loud. For Fear of being marked. I don't like being marked and highlighted. I give away my ideas just because I do not like to be marked. But then again, I have my reasons. My writing I use it for reflection. But then, it is only a record of sadness or neutrality, very seldom does it keep happiness. It can't be saved for later. You have to cherish it, relish it, and enjoy it. There and Then. I wanted to write other things, I wrote other things. Such is life. No. Chaos.