Somehow, I keep returning to writing. Isn't it amazing? How some people finds and outlet on such things?, music, singing, acting, writing... like somehow there is not other way for us to be, and when we are not writing (or acting, or singing etc...) on paper or in a blog, we are writing in our heads, I don't know other people, but I think in book lines; the conversations I have with me and with the other people living in my head are always so beautifully phrased in my opinion... when we have to be witty, we are, and when we are sad we sing it in delicate, subtle pink tones.... But I digress, I do have a purpose for writing this...(do I?) I just wanted to express that I have been thinking in writing terms lately... blog entries spur in my head so often now, that I feel I should at least give up and write here now... What do I have to say? I always end up digressing anyway... Oh yeah, sunflowers... bear with me, I have a purpose... I'm changing people... has it happened...