You can hear me, thank you.

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It means that they hear me.

They hear me!

And it's so amazing, it's like shouting into emptiness, screaming, screaming, already being sure that there is no one and they do not hear me.

And then suddenly a voice came from the void - calm, even, yes, I can hear you.

And this is a confusion. "How, then I'm not alone? So you can talk to someone? So all is not in vain?"

And those numerous things that I wanted to share - suddenly, they disappear somehow

This is disgusting.

Here rise in the questions - What do I really want?
In a literal sense, if I remove everything that I do not like - what do I want?

I love to write, write, I like it.
But write WHAT ?!

I like to describe the details of the intertwining of thoughts, but writing about myself is somehow strange.

Do YOU ​​KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO DO?