Hello, again.
I am back. Not as soon as you expected, but back to write down the last true song there ever was. I am thinking, wondering, hoping. My thoughts revolve around one topic for the most, and it is feebly popular but deep as the sea nonetheless. The question which our whole world questions, ponders. The phrase that philosophers have thought about for their entire life, but never finding the answer, toppling unhappily into their graves with their whole life wasted away in search of the answer to this question, this question! What is the meaning of life?
And so, there it is. Black ink on white paper, that very question that humanity knows no answer to. The essence of our souls wandering though space searching for it, but yet, it is always round the next corner. But, you ask, what do you think? What do I think? Ah, but I know the answer.
The answer.
Goodbye for now.

"Sophie"

Me, Just Me

Hello, good people. I am Sophie, alone in the world. I observe the madness going on around me and think, Am I the only sane one? Or is everyone else sane and I the mental one? I will record some of the madness going on around me and think, hope, really, that another sane person will read this and realize some peace in their own world, apart but connected to mine. Sophie is what they call me, but is it really my name? Is it just a word, crudely labeling me? Am I not different? Must I be... just Sophie?
There are many Sophie's in this world, all different. Can't we be judged differently, too? From the day I was born, I am labeled as Sophie, called Sophie, cursed as Sophie. I want to be completely different from this common calling. I want to be called as me! just me. Not Sophie. Common Sophie. Silly Sophie.
I will tell you that I am not grown, just a barely teen. I fear growing old, I want eternal youth. I want to be forever young and beautiful. From the day after I turn eighteen I am disgusting. I want to be forever sixteen, seventeen. Just young. Is there no way to achieve this dream? I think not. I will try. And I will succeed.
I must go, but surely as the sun rises I will be back. Back to record the Song of Solitude I unwilling sing.
Au revoir,
Sophie