“Don’t you want somebody to love, don’t you need somebody to love, wouldn’t you love somebody to love, you better find somebody to love…”
-Jefferson Airplane
Here I am, in front of a computer, or what people here call as one; and well, I am stuck in between the lines that I am writing. I don’t know anymore what to do with myself, and I don’t know what I want from this place. I got here, I wanted to get here and now I don’t know what I am doing here. I write as my mind flows, from one thought to another, but going around the same idea: RCNUWC, is it as harmful as I thought? That Flekke of ours that we thought once belonged to us, but it only belongs to those who don’t realize its potential. I love it, not for what it is, but for what it was and for what it will always be for me. Confused. I want to stop thinking of all those thoughts that hunt me. All those things that I really wish to forget, but that I shouldn’t…