For a stranger:
Who are you and who am I? Completely unrelated to the experiences of each other we seem not to bother with the thought of one another. The tranqulity in our sea’s disturbed only by the ripples which keep us from insanity. So unrelated are we that we seek a glance that would connect you and I almost instantly. I think that this is the perfect oportunity to realize that although belated and almost certainly to be forgotten by the time that seems to have gotten the better of us two, I have to say that I feel closer to you and to everyone else who like you and I live seemingly in an undisclosed apartheid. For we seperate ourselves with feeling and thought, fear, and everything near.
WIth that said I finish that part of my blog it has meaning so I am not simply putting words together and yes that’s how things come out for the most part. I revised a few words while writing to make it flow better but I don’t write like this to prove something rather than to express it, for in writing this is how i’ve found to express myself the most profoundly. Moving on. It seems that writing these days has taken its toll on the vast majority that would seek to explore the depths of introspection and self relevation. What makes anything interesting is not the vast majority that are interested in a certain thing but the reasons why the single individual seeks out a particular thing. That is to say in my personal point of view: Anything and everything must not be outsourced from it’s true identity. One other thing I’d like to address is that I’ve been glad that i’ve been able to live life not only conceptualize it. Until next time, although nothing is certain.
P.S. 
“Mistakes are always forgivable, if one has the courage to admit them.”
