Act1

Introduction.  This is it. This small, unknown blog that I made in 5 minutes. My act I, and you are sitting front row. Addressing you means addressing that this piece of writing is real and that my biggest fear, of letting it out in the open, has somewhat been subdued, though maybe momentarily. I will try to not start future posts with "I guess", while that's what writing feels to me. An uncertainty, a chance. "Always" and "Every time" is sharp and final, and nothing that I write is final. There is a finish line beyond a period and I do not, would not want to reach it. But the more I put words together, the more I despise this doubtfulness. I will. I do. Every few seconds, people across oceans say these two binding words as a promise, firm, for all witnesses to hear.  "I do" in latin is "Ego accipio", I accept . I accept, despise the uncertainty of this future union. Tips of my fingers leave prints on this keyboard as I write, just ...