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The best forms of writing come from extreme bouts and tangles with emotion. When the body is under some sort of stressor. This is when true literary genius comes about. This when the true story shall be told. My mind and body have been in such a state for awhile, yet something is not right. I cannot write long enough to let the thoughts find their way through the cloud, to make it to these hands, through the fingertips, to this keyboard. Genius musings, only to be cut short by something cutting the flow off, a dam you can say. A huge plug not letting the flowing water of idea through the drain, sudden, immediate. Definitely not good.
If I could only tell and say what I feel. To let things all out for you to hear. If only there could be such an understanding brough to the table. If only things could be as would be beneficial to everybody. If only all this nonsense never existed. If only feelings never clouded anybody's vision. If only emotion never got in the way. If only.....
I want to say so much, but I don't have the words to say them. I want to talk about every single little fucking thing. Every little nuance, every little stupid unnecessarily mentioned bit of the day, the week, this month, this year, and of years gone by. I want to show my life of the past, of where I was brought up, of the streets I used to walk, of the places I used to go. Right now it's not happening.
Maybe someday.
One thing I know I will always keep true to myself in life. My memories of both goodtimes and badtimes. I will never forget any event that has happened in my life, especially with you. I cherish my experiences to no end. The people that are close to me I cherish more than anything in the world. I never erase anybody, or anything from my memory, I'll just be losing something that I could learn from, and something pleasant that I can remember. Fuck that. I hate dirty laundry, I had bad harsh feelings, I hate negative energy. I love my Pontiac, my family, and the very very very very few unnamed souls I feel connections for, that i can count on one hand.
If I could only tell and say what I feel. To let things all out for you to hear. If only there could be such an understanding brough to the table. If only things could be as would be beneficial to everybody. If only all this nonsense never existed. If only feelings never clouded anybody's vision. If only emotion never got in the way. If only.....
I want to say so much, but I don't have the words to say them. I want to talk about every single little fucking thing. Every little nuance, every little stupid unnecessarily mentioned bit of the day, the week, this month, this year, and of years gone by. I want to show my life of the past, of where I was brought up, of the streets I used to walk, of the places I used to go. Right now it's not happening.
Maybe someday.
One thing I know I will always keep true to myself in life. My memories of both goodtimes and badtimes. I will never forget any event that has happened in my life, especially with you. I cherish my experiences to no end. The people that are close to me I cherish more than anything in the world. I never erase anybody, or anything from my memory, I'll just be losing something that I could learn from, and something pleasant that I can remember. Fuck that. I hate dirty laundry, I had bad harsh feelings, I hate negative energy. I love my Pontiac, my family, and the very very very very few unnamed souls I feel connections for, that i can count on one hand.