Just random thoughts. How difficult it is to pen down some of the simplest of emotions without an inkling that someday someone may read it and then scoff at you, laugh at you or be sarcastic at your expense. Some thoughts are childish, some enough to be considered practical , some real and some mere fanciful imaginations. Rhetoric is not my forte of expertise, like the simplistic demeaned of gaudy attire or glamorous avatar, my words flow in the the river forming small rivulets only to be washed aside by the overpowering ocean. My moments of optimism are similar in nature, sudden spells of joy are washed away by long brooding spasms of depression. I am depressive by nature, sensitive, sentimental. But fain that you discover it for "To be or not to be , that is the question"...all's in the mind...life itself is a game, live it, love it...lose it, lose yourself