There are many posts that will probably not make sense to everyone reading here - it's just how it goes. This writing is for me. This writing is for those I write too - whether they know it or not. These are my words. My space to purge the insanity in my head - to make sense of the puzzles - to breathe.
Often I am drawn back to old posts, old people and I'm surprised by the intensity of my thoughts, my feelings but I know in my heart is a was only a moment in time. A place for me to expel the voices in my head in that second - sort it out. And the words - the very highs and lows of it all - extremes which carry a speck of the truth for sure but the words expand on that in a provoking way - the ordinary so boring.
For those I write my words to - know that I will speak them to you aloud - the sounds echo the pure truth - that my writing is but a small piece of what you are to me - the true essence so much beyond this black and white. The deeper intensity of it all is vague - needs vocalization not plain type.
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