Shall Owe Words

I wish I knew. Actually, I wish I knew where they hid all the time… I can imagine having a place, a secret place, just for the butterflies, where you could go and just watch them. Perhaps they flitter-flutter around in their sleep. Perhaps they snore. Or, as is probably the case, perhaps they close up their wings and sit in their favourite of all spots and dream. But what do they dream about? I don’t know. I just know that it’s currently raining, and that I’ve never never ever ever seen a butterfly in the rain.

It’s sort of irrelevant, anyway. But an interesting thought, I guess. I’m no philosopher. And I’m certainly not going to become one of those philosophical bloggers, who attempts to write things that are deep, that have meaning, that have never been written down before. That path is one of disappointment. When I truly think about it, if I could be totally, entirely, flawleesy original… I might be. But maybe I wouldn’t. I don’t really see the point.

Truthfully, there isn’t really a specific point to this blog. It is not some specific moral deposition that is supposed to change your reality. It is not related to any certain culturally-specific idiom. In fact, the only justification for it’s existence is that… well, I guess I enjoy writing it. I enjoy blabbering about things, like butterflies, and rain, and drinking, and life. All those words that you just sometime want to tell people, but you just can’t, can’t, can’t get out when you want to. In summary, I suppose it’s an outlet.

Anyway. The rain has stopped. Well, actually, it stopped a while ago. I just got a bit caught up in the words. Hope you do, too.