On B.Fluker
There is one thing you need to know about me. But first, It's important, I think, before I get that personal, to figure out who I'm really talking to. I mean who are you ? Are you an anonymous figure whose only connection to me is chance and a complex system of wires? I'd like to think not; otherwise, there's no rationale for me to bare my soul to you.
I'd like to think that we're soulmates. Even if we've never met or we know each other intimately and have never respected each other, I'd like to think that here, if i am truthful with myself and to you then we will both see me as I clearly am. Mabye if this one little pocket of truth exists then we can together look into my soul and find some truth, some meaning, and mabye by working together, wholeness.
So, what is my big secret? You have it already. The fragile, insignificant, and outstanding truth that this is my outlook on the world, and it is saturated with naive hopefulness. I can be no other way. I approach every situation like this whether it's a new meeting, giving a speech, pining, or the falling of a leaf. It's the thing that will lead me to sulk for hours if the sun hides behind clouds while I'm enjoying my walk: It's my joy, my brilliance, my insanity.
I'd like to think that we're soulmates. Even if we've never met or we know each other intimately and have never respected each other, I'd like to think that here, if i am truthful with myself and to you then we will both see me as I clearly am. Mabye if this one little pocket of truth exists then we can together look into my soul and find some truth, some meaning, and mabye by working together, wholeness.
So, what is my big secret? You have it already. The fragile, insignificant, and outstanding truth that this is my outlook on the world, and it is saturated with naive hopefulness. I can be no other way. I approach every situation like this whether it's a new meeting, giving a speech, pining, or the falling of a leaf. It's the thing that will lead me to sulk for hours if the sun hides behind clouds while I'm enjoying my walk: It's my joy, my brilliance, my insanity.