to start again
to start again
to start again
to start again
to start again
to start again
to start again
to start again
to start again
to start again
to start again
to start again
to start again
to start again
to start again
and the voice in the wild (is it fear or the quest for truth or some higher power or the challenge of love or the dare of freedom or the curiosity of the child or the cat or the moon) asks how many times must a man walk down or must a writer start a blogging space anew... and why, maybe the real question (what maybe, understate me will you not to distract us from the point, after all), why i start again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again (what?) again...
but who's asking, really?
2 comments:
You seem impatient. Nothing wrong with that. Just understand it about yourself. I think I like you.
there are moments i am a bouncy excited completely impatient little kid (in feeling and action) and there are moments i feel infinite patience cuz, after all, i've waited longer than anyone i know for my dreams to come true (like true love with the right partner, for instance... and milk chocolate that isn't fattening, for another thing... and someone who gets all of my jokes just the way i do, or close enough)...
i love myself, so it's not mandatory that i always understand myself, but it's helpful and i am lucky enough to understand myself most of the time... i am, i believe, many things (or ways of thinking and/or being) that many would call sick or disturbed or imbalanced or abnormal or just plain wrong, but it's right and balanced and peaceful and happy and exciting and healthy for me, even if i am the only one who gets me...
i like to be liked... i love to be liked... i hope you keep finding me likeable (cuz it's ever so rare that anyone really sticks around even if i don't offend but rather usually i offend, or at least put off people, but simply playing with the possibilities of life and everything in my ramblings... and it could also be that i have a rather different perspective than the average human)...
i mean no harm and rarely intend to offend (which is an oxymoron of sorts)...
i wonder who you are :)
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