Writing means nothing until it means something to someone else. Emotional defenses of that statement aside, it's expression existing in a vacuum. It's the tree falling in the forest with nothing to experience it except itself. Symbols without the symbolized. But the moment it means something to someone else, the moment it strikes a deep chord within an "other," there within the fabric of that abstract yet deep connection is where the spark that lights the true being of our very existence can be glimpsed.

Sometimes you just want to reach out into that dark unknown and touch someone whose face you don't even recognize yet.