actually there is no story to tell as any story will always be what have been told to storyteller by past people , what all the present people already knows and what all the future people will use to make thier own stories.and yet... .and yet something compels me to tell my story. some kind of hopeless hope that it will actually matter . and that is reason enough to write it.

why people do that ? looking for a god, scientists,artists,philosophers, lovers when they all are only going to tell them what they already know. we all need an audience, a spectator. doesnt matter if we r good or bad but whatever we are we want someone to see it. we all want to be naked.

why ? why do we even talk or speak ? because we always need to be told what we already know.