exist

So I don't know why I'm forever compelled to write down the random thoughts that occur to me or why I feel the need to share the way I feel when in reality neither really matters to the grand scheme of things. But I guess this is part of what it means to be alive; to somehow put something out in the world and get something back. to know that each of us is not as alone as we may feel. to feel as if what we do somehow matters no matter how mintuely. to prove we exist.

I'm still struggling with my right to exist, my right to live, to be me, to be. here is my attempt to put something out there...