Echoing

I guess if no one reads this blog...
I will feel lonely.
That will of course be the case, whether its LJ, facebook, MSN or any of these modern ways of communicating with people, communities and friends.
Public expression of one's inner feelings..
I think that what everyone wants to get from all these are just echoes.
echoes from someone in a corner of the world, someone that reads what they write and reply 'yeah, I feel that way too'.
It's an affirmation of one's existence perhaps? Or more like it reflects the inner desire in everyone to feel accepted, or needed, even if it is just one other person.

ah, or maybe that's because it is how I take the matter to be. keh.

obsessions

Haha, I'm still on er, restriction to sites like blogger cause of exams..did that make sense?

Wonder if you've ever felt like this before?

When your obsession becomes your life
and you cannot remove yourself from it.

A small part of you, still conscious,
tells you that its wrong to be so absorbed,
but it fades away and you are left with that overwhelming desire to
be obsessed over your own obsessions.

When finally you wake up
and look around,
you find
that there is nothing there left for you.
Just the remnants of the Obsession
and plains upon plains of wasteland in your brain
that conjures up flowers and plants
that seems so real when you obsess, but it disappears slowly as you continue
until...

Is there anything else left?

your mind feels dead, you cannot think and you continue.
Just because now it has become your lifeline.