I said it before crudely.
Ever so rudely.
I am hidden.
I found you.
Not only are you intelligent.
Not only you do you make me smile.
Not only do you have a radiant heart.
You are only you.
Love created a blissful, warming ignorance that was a torrent built in anticipation of release and when it prematurely ended, nothing survived the aftermath.
My goal was to bring my outlandish worlds of the mind to reality so I could cherish them. If I was being honest, that was my old passion. Ever since I started sharing my work with others, my life changed. To see a person, another anchor of existence, enjoy and talk with you about your abstracted ideas was, eloquently put, awesome.
How could one float through life by self and imposed negligence to the end of understanding more about humanity when they never had it to begin with? How was I supposed to know? I never knew what I lost.
An in-between place.
Neither too high nor low.
A resting point for me to know.
When I closed my eyes, the comings and goings of life ceased to be cemented in my consciousness. The simple process protected me, providing respite from reality.
WRITE. Write. Write. I’ll take one written word, whatever’s a part of the English language.
Writing is a mental marathon accomplished by resilience and invention.
I wished to be where I could be – a judicious reality. I bore the burden of proper choice in actuality. A chosen path made without foresight culminated in failure.
I place hope in others.
I cultivate love in myself.
Together, they outweigh any uncertainty.