With insouciance mired in curiosity i've viewed blogging for a while now and have been apprehensive to venture a tentative foot in its tepid waters. Rather virginal in its vacillation this feeling.
Why do i need to write.. to be read? If writing is a pure form of catharsis.. which it is for me.. my vanity pushes me to blog huh?
"When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen hath teemed my gleaning brain" - Keats
Apparently I'm not the only one..
