moment flashes

there are some blogs which make you happy. there is an air of ease about them- honest, alive, quirky, moving, poignant, inspiring. and there are others who try very hard to be happy, that try very hard to impress, that are cluttered with 'what i did today so read all about me' -

and i guess i can't make up my mind why i blog, still.
i cant decide if i blog to conceal or to reveal.

i think if i didn't know Jesus i'd be a depressed kid.
haha. i always thought of life as a kind of masquerade,
and people as a whole lot of layers compressed into moments-
because i can never truly get into someone else's head and see life through it
i can never feel the emotion they are trying to describe,
or recollect the memories that shape the fibres of their character.

i can only piece a moving picture from the snippets of people i know
i can only know you through flashes, through moments,
through the glances, slits of daylight, the smile of amusement, the laughter
of jokes, which is different from the laughter of deep familiarity,

and the in-between is filled with a lot of assumptions, of attempts
to scrape beneath the surface.