People ask me why I write. I try to come up with a clever answer like I'm sorting myself out or that I can only express myself through words on a page. Or in this case, a blog. I'm learning that life is confusing. It's an enduring waiting game for something better to come along. When we are completely happy in a relationship, are we really happy? Maybe for a little while. But then something comes along and changes everything you thought was right. Is it what you do in the moment? Maybe. I believe it's how you handle yourself in the days following.
I wonder at night as I struggle to sleep if my actions I take can exonerate my demons from my past. Progressive thinking should tell you that it is possible for this theory to take place. I've usually played my cards close to my chest. Don't ask me why. I put myself absolutely and completely into some things in the past to no avail. Soon followed by a failed attempt with apprehension. It only created a void between myself and the goal. My ears are open now to whatever comes next.
While I listen, I conjure an idea if a photograph can encapsulate a sound. I believe so. What do you see when you look into this picture?
It may just be a picture, yet you hear what is happening, Sure, it may not be audible, but if you listen closely, it's there.
Curent Music - further seems forever
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