ApparentlyImaginary

AI Journal, week two.
Supplies are running low, not sure how much longer I can hold out. Bartering with others is out of the question. New faces are scarce around these parts. Even if that wasn't the case, making friends in the vast land of Deviantartia is still a fairly foreign concept, much like the land itself. My seemingly hopeless situation begs the question; Why am I here?
Do I have what it takes to blend in and make myself at home with the locals of this mysterious new land? Can I even survive long enough to do so? Will anyone even see this? Will as much as a single soul know of my presence and my time spent here?
*Lights a match and stares into the flame, as if it would speak, providing answers to all of my burning questions.*
But that's stupid. Fire doesn't talk.
*Flame quickly runs its course, leaving me without answers*

I suppose only the slow march of time can tell. Perhaps time will also empower my drive and ambition, so that it may be strong enough to overwhelm my doubt and uncertainty.
My passion for my work is enough to keep my going until that time comes. Some like minded friends with a similar passion may help as well.
*wink wink*