I have no purpose here. That is the appeal. It is what draws me in and allows words to flow. There are no expectations, no hopes, no false sense of knowing who I am. I am in this spot at this time to do nothing specific - it is a beautiful thing.
Recent PostsI can not see it. Sometimes I try. Sometimes I look away. Sometimes I close my eyes, hold my breath and count to ten. Always, I can not see it. I was once told if you stare into the night sky long and hard enough, you can glimpse it. I found inky bla...
Friends? No, we can’t be friends. In a perfect world, that would be perfect. But this is not perfection. I trusted you. Trusted you to love me. Trusted you to want me. Trusted you to want to be with me. Trusted you to not replace me. Perhaps, m...
I sighed in wonder and commented on the lovely blue sky today. You said it looked more gray to you. I agreed. It had a gray tinge to it. You asked what I wanted to do today. I said spend time with you. You left because I lacked purpose. I told you I ...
Trust. Do you trust me? I trust you. Lies. White lies. But truth is imperfect. It has shades and degrees. Shadows as well as light flash in its faceted front. But I know you do not truly seek the truth. But simply affirmation of what you already beli...
This blog has been silent for awhile. This site began as a creative outlet for me to regurgitate thoughts and emotions with anonymity. As such, I have felt an expectation that what I write here be artistic and thought-provoking. Hence the silence. I ...
How long have I been trapped behind these walls? Floating around. Waiting. Anxious for you to release me from this past-barred prison. I pound my fists and beg for mercy. I cry out to you. You laugh. You sigh. You leave. My tears mingle with these wa...
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johnAs I said to Kat on her blog, I rest my pen for her. This is what is writing all about. This is how you give voice to senses and feelings and emotions. She is a sorceress with words, a master conductor channeling the music with her baton, she might not be perfect but she is as close to perfection as a writer can be.
an online journal of what is and what nots, of things i know and do not.
This is my personal blog where I write about random stuff, my personal life and…
A recount of my days of sunshine and times of sorrow.
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