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VIEW PERSONAL BELIEFS
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POSTED BY:
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KristalBlueEyes
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DATE:
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08.08.2008 |
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SUBJECT:
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My writing.... |
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LOCATION:
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Henderson,
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There are so many posibilities for happiness and for hurt in this life. I want to stick beyound the possibilities for happiness and find joy. Yet never knowing what is in store sometimes the hurt reaches me even if I don't play with fire. That's been happening a lot lately. For whatever reason I keep going like I would if the fire never hit me. Perhaps it is because I fear if I slow down the fire will go so out of control no one will know how to put it out. Especially myself. I'm not entirely sure that will make any kind of sense to anyone aside from myself. Perhaps it might though.
None the less. This is me. Being who I am because that is all I know. You see, I have had a lot of people tell me lately that I have changed. Or I don't seem as happy. Yet, I know otherwise. I am happy. Just not as joyous. Joy is what matters and happiness is momentary anyway. The problem is: I don't open up like I used to. Not sure what got in the way. Or when the walls started to build but part of me feels the heaviness of the concrete that surrounds me. I used to hold the hammer close by so I could knock the walls down but I think somewhere recently I dropped this very hammer and I am stuck with no defense.
This is not a plea for help. Worry not, I do not feel hopeless. I know that I push away when I should be holding close. My faults there like writings in the sky. Can't be missed, to me, anyhow. I'm moving way to fast in these thoughts of mine. Yet I find myself standing still.
More then anything I find the truth that surrounds me. I cling ever strongly to it. For I feel it is my breathing space between my life and the concrete wall that surrounds it. This life to me is a beautiful chaos!
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