Sometimes we have so much in our heads, so many things in our mind, so many words juggling up, that we just need to spit them out on a piece of paper to find some peace inside of us.. but even with the most perfect of words ready, most perfect of sentences put together, we just can't do it. I, for instance, wanted to come back and write, since like forever.. but just could never do it. even with all the free time i had to spare, all the free time i planned on spending in here blogging.. i couldn't do it. It just didn't feel like the timing is right.. or if i shud do it at all..

I mean, think about it.. why do people write? Even in the busiest of lifestyles today, with hundredrs and thousands of frends around, millions of social networking sites available.. why do some, off the bunch, still write it out? Isn't that a lttle silly.. or perhaps ironical!! Often in the crowd, there is a possibility to feel lonely sometimes.. Often the loner in us wants its space to breathe.. or maybe shout out to the world to tell it still exists..

I dunno.. i may not be making much of sense here, but i do know, sumthing inside of me wants me to keep typing.. just like that.. and i love doing it.. just for the silly sake of writing. Why is it suddenly so important.. like i just have to do it.. like i can't do without it? Its weird these questions keep poppng inside my head, and i keep jotting them down, but i never bother to really go out and look for answers.. I dunno.. but its just so much content in writing these down, that i dont really feel the need to know the answers.. the questions are good enough to keep me happy.