So…
I’m aware that I haven’t blogged in, well 'a minute' would be
a gross understatement- so I’ll just leave ellipsis dots and let you do
the math.
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And
I thought I had succeeded from mulling over that fact until an
acquaintance questioned
it’, and to which I retorted ; “well my mind’s frozen into a
paralyzed lump, so…”
Such
garbage!
Made my conscience cringe! Sometimes I
worry about myself, really. Anyway, here it is, the truth behind it
all:
I
keep a diary.
Go
on, have a good laugh- I always do.
Yes, acquaintance- I lied. My mind's not frozen into a paralyzed lump, NO!
It hasn’t shriveled into a tiny ball, it still is what it's always
been- whatever it has been. I have been writing, but there are pieces
that I feel like I need to save your eyes and mind from.
“Then
why write if you’re not willing to share?”
I can hear that!
Well,
sometimes there are words that, try as you may to keep them inside
on some pretext and in attempt to
see if they can perceptibly cool off, they just rattle into
view.
Try
as you may to wrench yourself away from the 'need'- you're pinned
to it!
And
so, helplessly, you give in- and like an idiot, you find yourself
dancing to their rhythm, drowning yourself as you try to analyze the
art swarming through the mind. And seemingly never in
the mood for elucidation!
So
kick me for being so powerless to fight the delighted sigh that
escapes through the fingers- plucking my being, and leaving
words beautifully strung together with gravelly delight.
Call
me silly, a coward, but this pink thing right here is like a gull
soaring in the wind. It's my therapy and in it, I'm reborn!
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