I am realizing, no – I am admitting – that most of my posts either recount stories about something which recently occurred, or they recount stories which happened way, way back down memory lane.
This is a problem. Is this a problem? This is a problem. Is this…
Either way. I’m not going to spend $100 bucks on therapy to find out. Nor am I going to continue to write about my past. At least not as much.
I vow, henceforth, to primarily write about things which I’m looking forward to. To write about things which I ponder, struggle with, reflect upon, plan to fix, avoid. And yes…to talk about the elephant in this room of a blog.
Within Me
My story begins, revolving around a boy;
perhaps a man – a very great man,
who talks in circles or not at all but speaks the truth
The truth in lies but truth nonetheless;
for what is it Emerson said which we ignore?
he’s lied behind and before but now no more.
My story continues, revolving around lists;
perhaps the planned path and decided journey,
playing by rules, conspiring the escape
My story can’t end, it won’t end here;
because behind every line is a lesson yet to learn,
by the final curtain call, I truly forgot how it was like to love.
You know. Something like that. Maybe even sprinkled with a numbering system of traits. Or qualities. Or a wish list from time to time. Just something different. I need different.
Yeah. I’ll think I’ll go forth it.
