In The Beginning

There may be a series of reasons to write a blog. I have an incling of an idea as to why I might have chosen to do so. Writing what needs to be exposed seems like a good enough reason.

Last night I dreamt that I had a tattoo on my left eye. I had commissioned someone to create for me a bright, open, blue eye a-top my eyelid so that when I closed it, it would still remain open. The dream took place in my alternate universe where everything is always familiar and old and grey. I have no memory of who or what went on, only the proud ownership I felt over this new creation.

I woke up on the couch of my parents' tv room wondering if perhaps I had fallen asleep watching some sci-fi program, but I recalled having fallen asleep to "blind date" and figured that my dream probably had little do with fake tits, and an overall obnoxious waste of time.

All morning I've been thinking of my insides. My true self. The full connection I feel to myself in the sense of truth and honesty. The whole point of writing, in order to somehow feel more connected to my outer environment. I am labeled social, positive, and even empathetic, but yet I don't think I've ever felt closer to anyone than I have felt with myself. There is truth spoken within moments of connection and within inspired thoughts between us, truth that is presented in everyday life (our experiences and challenges and accomplishments), and there is this unspoken, unseen truth that can hardly be put into words. So, I have decided that one eye is for interpreting everyday life, one is for communication with others, and one (the one I have come upon in my last dreamstate) just for me.

eventually, I would like to write with two eyes closed, and only one remaining.