i am nothing that i was yesterday and everything of several days ago. once in a while, i live in tomorrow and anticipate. i find it difficult to define the moment because the moment is always changing. i won’t define seconds for you and i won’t belittle you with obnoxious metaphors because we each have our own ways of making sense of you and i, no matter how far from the truth we rationalize.
there are several things i accomplish here. i don’t expect everyone to understand or care. but here, i learn. i understand more than i did thirty minutes before i started translating the neural impulses that triggered my emotions in a pale text transcription. i give myself a sense of clarity and the ability to breathe again. i write to make sense of each moment i am pulled into and each scene i tread lightly onto. i keep myself honest about each emotion i can only describe but never define. i’m sorry, but i’m not writing for you to read. you’re welcome to, of course. but don’t ask me about something i don’t understand myself.
one day, maybe i will.
Hi! I was moved by what you stated in your description. Indeed, the past can leave enduring scars that tend to stay longer than we want to. I, too, have a past that I choose not to reveal to just anyone, even the closest people to me. What’s remarkable is that I have chosen to not put a stop to an experience that has cut me off from most of the world. Maybe because my happiness is in it. Sad. :(
if it’s cutting you off from the world, maybe it’s not a good thing. obviously i don’t know your story, but i’d encourage you that happiness can be found in many forms; in my case, my perceived happiness from the scars of my past kept me from feeling true joy with life. good luck dealing with your past and present, and i’m grateful that my words could speak to you. (:
Sry for being Off-Topic but which wordpress template do you use? It’s looking interesting.
K2-lite by various artists. (:
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