Maybe I don’t belong here. Maybe everything I write – every word, every phrase is just a message in a bottle thrown in the seas of oblivion for someone to discover.
Maybe out of those innumerous people discovering my messages, someone would know me, someone would know who I am, someone would feel warmth towards me, someone would save me.
Maybe out of all those, someone would come, take my hand and lead me to home at last.
Ruminant Writer 