How many of us are as happy as we seem? Are we really happy? Or do we only smile outwardly and frown inwardly? Through reading the blogs of other people, I've seen for myself how there are so many sides and masks that each one of us have and wear. The thing about only the fittest/strongest will survive. Is it true? Will we be able to come before each other, with just ourselves? The real us? The us without the masks? Will we smile cuz we're happy and cry cuz we're sad and not smile cuz we have to smile, and cry cuz we have to cry?

What happens when night falls? And what happens when day breaks? What happens when we're alone? And what happens when we're surrounded by people?

I've not written a poem in a long long while and it seems I've hit a dry spell. I've had thoughts that maybe I shouldn't write, and shouldn't even attempt to write cuz my poems are getting from bad to worse. I've always held this secret desire to one day be able to write for Harvest Times. But there are times when I'd think to myself, 'there are so many others who can write better than you. Do you even think you stand a chance??' When people ask me what I wanna do, I always tell them that I wanted to be an editor for the Sports section. Then I'll ask myself, 'what do you know about sports?? You only watch soccer and I'm sure your knowledge of soccer is only it's basics.' However, strangely enough, I'll always hear another voice telling me, 'So what? You never know what's going to happen. Who said you cannot write for Harvest Times? So what if you don't know about sports? You can always read to find out more, ask to know more.'

Have I drifted out of point?

Staring into the Abyss,