imagine if everyone just stopped?

not living. but stopped writting. stopped creating.

i'll admit here and now i love reading "random" (and by random i mean people i'd probably never meet unless given the money and obvious chance) people's thoughts.

i find myself intrigued by who reads what i write here. many anonymous readers from the looks of it.

its just all out there, for everyone/anyone/nobody to see/read/understand and if it all stopped....

i'd lose something.

i hate losing things.

the end.

music: get up kids - better half