....................................................... did you ever think that being who you would become as something to be thought of as stressful to others?
Recently I wrote a number of things about myself that I could never easily explain to others. Things that when read by their intended audience was very revealing of the who and what I actually am. Sing along if you know the words:
Yesterday I bit myself.
Not that I haven't done that before, it's just that this time I thought of the words that often leak form my mouth. How sometimes those words penetrate the person hearing them and causing unintended consequences. Did you know that words are everything to me?
Often when I have spoken in the past, the thoughts and feelings of others are upset or awakened. Revealed or embraced. Uplifted or crushed.I was thinking within this dream about someone else and I remembered that I heard the sound of glass breaking around them as well.
Strange this sound, it reminded me of a moment in time when I lived in Boston and Pamelynne and I were lovers. She was so open and beautifully eager then. I used to sneak her in dance clubs and we would drink and slow dance the night away. Always when the music stopped, she would ask me questions about who we had met, and why.
Something about the sound of that glass breaking reminded me about you. No not you, her over on the left! How you're always trying to balance your strength and power against mine. yielding to my essence and then fleeing the embrace and comfort of my words when I am not there to cloak you in my touch.
Writing about this disconnect that I often sense in us opened the door to my longings for another that I had recently forgotten about. Yes, there is a point to all of this but why bother revealing now? For right now, my heart is open..................not needing anything but to give as it wills.
About Me
- Edward Thomas
- More than just a Man, but also, a human being as well; Me, I'm just as often found @ the center of the struggle, but never as someones absent minded follower. True enough, I love my Mother, and though I'm eager to be perfect, I actually prefer to be nice, than have my own way! When asked, my closest friends would say that I am often in the company of the wind: The Wind(a dear friend of mine since birth) and I are often near and around you, and though, we're not always seen or felt near you, it's always better understood within you. Odd I know, but true nonetheless. True, not unlike the truth contained withing the thought of me flying would appear, but then again, when the wind wills, well, often I've awoken in strange places and had to patiently await his return, so as to get back home again. Luckily, he never lingers long, for it's hard enough explaining my discernment (of)to people. Imagine the after shock of a early morning phone call from Cleveland???
