as the night painted clouds of great dreams, plans and what-should-have-beens on my mind,
i summon morpheus to protect my memory from the corroding rust of time for i know that this inevitable spell of nature could only be salvaged effectively by very few means.
though i often resort to writing to preserve my thoughts, the multitude known and unknown avenues of my consciousness require more than pen and paper to bear its imprints.
keeping a blog is one. having genuine friends is another