Friends and family.... I will say this one more time and then youre on your own. Please dont freak out when I post these things. Because I write them doesnt mean they are about me...or even you. Sometimes, yes. Sometimes, no. I dont write because I think Im a poet. LOL Its not poetry at all. I like to call it stream of consciousness prose. Ive been accused of being an exhibitionist.(not even a valid definition of the term, but ok,) That is that persons data, and not valid or important to me. I write because I like to. I post for several reasons. I will no longer explain myself or my reasons. I truly believe I allowed myself to become weak in that regard. Who am I to post my writing as if I am... someone? Why do I think anyone cares? The answer is, it does not matter. When all is said and done, were all dust....probably. So while I am still here in this physical form I will think....speak and write what I will. Openly. Being the wonderfully open being I am, you are always welcome to comment or PM with a question or thought. Answers are always welcome. : ) But please remember....I didnt ask you or make you read it. Peace....Love....and always Magick So easily Obliterated When I begin to let them in to care too dearly of what they think of what I think or speak or write too openly they complain I begin to feel the old weakness return to me the one that only I understand. The one others tried to analyze criticize even personalize until all that as left was a shell so easily obliterated How close I came back then to that sweet oblivion. Until The why of how it came to be how I had allowed the weakness to devour me no longer mattered. Something deep within a place so deep the weakness could not find it whispered to me quietly at first... You can stop now. No need to be stronger any longer. You can choose. Either way you lose. So I did. I chose every day... when I decide whether to let them in... to care too dearly what they think of what I think of what I so openly speak or write too openly Perhaps.... Perhaps I will take their well meant advice under advisement when I feel they have made an attempt to hear or read without preconceived ideas of what is OK what is normal Perhaps I will listen when I see them tiptoe out on that limb as I have done because for me to remain silent means I have once again let them in and have once again begun to care what they think of what I think or speak or write to openly perhaps ...perhaps ~Sloan 9/14
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 19:26:24 +0000
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