in the beginning...

there was innocent bliss (shared for so many years and even now, inside and alone, longing to be shared again... but that's another story so back to this blog now)... this life i loosely call mine?... well, someday, perhaps soon or perhaps later, i might tell you who i am (you may already know me, if not personally, through some other way, like... oh, but that would be telling)... for now, i shall share myself as you see me in these words, no identifying names, no links to the other blogs i write or participate in or may be part of in some way (maybe)... nothing to connect with the offline life i loosely call mine (or anyone else), just a reflection in words during the pauses between the living moments... perhaps that is what writing is about, reflections in words recorded during the pauses between the living moments... but what if it's all just a story... what if the reflections are just illusions to pass the time... and what of those living moments... we shall see if it flows through here.