Is Anybody Alive In Here?

A voice in the darkness of netspace.

Was it really spoken? Is it a thought?

I guess within the cells of this lonely blog, I can scream silently my deepest thoughts just to hear its echoes. Unafraid of losing an absent audience, saved from the embarrassment of failure. And so slowly a miracle happens, from the etheral mind, words; from words, form; from form ideas. Creation.