On A Nerve

I find this whole blogging thing fabulously fascinating. The more I think about it, the more I go "Hmmmm". Millions of people all over the world, all trying to say something, veiled and smothered in layers of superfluity and words and ideas and images, everyone aching to be understood, longing to speak without inhibition, to be brutally honest, dying to come right out and say it, desperate to be really 'seen', weary of lying, yet, terrified of being discovered, naked. And yet, tremulously, secretly, shockingly hoping to be stripped, just a little bit, exposed, just a tad. A leg, perhaps. Shin. Forearm. Neck. Shoulder. Back. Knee.

We blog, and we blog, and blog some more, listen to music some more, share, and hum, and take photographs, and share, and tell stories, and talk, and talk, and play more music, and laugh and discuss, and share, and speak, and listen, and really listen, and discover, and think, and imagine, and daydream, and dream, and sleep, and share. And all the while, anxiously keeping watch over that inherent sense of loneliness that we fight our entire lives to dilute, with no hope or expectation of it ever dissolving away entirely, but looking to see if today, maybe today, it will ebb, even if it's just by a millimetre.