The stories of my life
I've considered how far I've come, and I've thought about the me I've lost in these journeys. I've missed those old days, and yes, yes, one part of me longs to tell them all, the stories of my life.
Would it be so much easier had this light not exist at all, this scrutiny, though not nearly near suffocating, it is enough to leave me cautious.
I've considered those questions, and I'm deciding, perhaps it's time, or apt, ever so often, to let out sometimes. The occasional stories of my life, the things I dare to tell because I can, because I"m willing to part with these tales, things that I know you'll frown upon and question. Even when you don't have a right, you'll still question, you'll still criticize, these choices which I've made… though they have no impact on you, you behave as if I'll affect you gravely, as if I could cause a ripple through the calmness of your life.
Strange, I'm a nobody, and yet you turn me into someone.
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I'm sitting in Secret Recipe, and surfing the net alone in the corner. Strangely, it's easy to type those emotion-tingled lines in this place, so public yet so private, where no one knows me and no one gives a damn.
I love this feeling.
He's coming soon. I have to go.
February 15th, 2007 at 2:45 am
So much for the saying, “your eyes are the windows to your soul”. I guess reading a personal blog puts you in once other shoes..hence the “kaypoh” comments, like this. I guess its just another dimension in which we relate to one another.
February 15th, 2007 at 2:48 am
i meant “one’s”. How dyslexic of me.