I want the world to know that despite what they think of me, how I am on their perspectives, as a stoner, well to them I can give a big salute ( do i even need to mention with which part of the either of my hands ). It's three forty five in the morning, I can feel the chill of the breeze stroking my skin and I can hear the stray dogs barking while I'm here staring at my computer screen, watching the flow of the letters as I am typing this piece on the notepad. This is something I never truly noticed earlier. The beauty and the charisma of the letters appearing out of nowhere on the screen as I type or press particular keys on my keyboard without even looking at the keyboard, is amazing. Why am I writing this? Why am I finding it very amusing out of nowhere? Will I ever get the answers to this questions? Will the thirst of my curiosity will ever be quenched? It remains to be seen...
