Hello.

Some fear me, and some laugh at me.
I've loved, and I've been apathetic.
I am nothing and everything.
Am I delusional? Or have I been cursed with grandeur?

Now that this location is created, we'll see if I'm recognizable. Either way, nothing bad over on this end. I'm just joyous, and I feel happy for the first time in a while. Can such a thing be bad? Can my happiness only come as a result of an imbalance? Can it only arise from another persons loss? Do I enjoy others suffering? And if I don't, do I cause this effect anyways? Do I have the chance to be congruent with another? What is to be done? That is the question, and I hope that you do not mind me asking it, and I also hope, that you understand that I've never meant anyone any harm. I just want everyone to realize that, to believe that, because it's what I genuinely wish to impart more than anything.

I caught the shimmering lines through crepuscular rays
Attached to Melancholia, wavering, wringing his hands, coerced,
Performing the Danse Macabre!

I wonder if my visage is too changed, and I contemplate over what my true purpose in writing this is. I've never had much insight into my own thoughts and actions, so forgive me that, as you would forgive any small child upon committing his first mistake upon his preliminary venture into the world.

But I should stop. I contradict myself.
Which is natural.
I am large, I contain multitudes.

What else could I, or anyone else, expect of myself?

Hello and welcome to SF

Have fun!

Bright Blessings