A Cryptic Post
Someone entered what was mine. Open, public, yet still mine. Did he (or she? Is it she?) find the breadcrumbs I left months and months ago, or is it something new?
Where do those words come from? Does she (or he? Is it someone I know?) understand where I'm going, what I'm doing, or is it something else, internal, their own, whispering directions in their ears?
I like it, I think. This confusion and feeling of mystery; I'm beginning to see why people post anonymously in forums. They can smile and dream that pretend their reality is actually their fantasy.
Where do those words come from? Does she (or he? Is it someone I know?) understand where I'm going, what I'm doing, or is it something else, internal, their own, whispering directions in their ears?
I like it, I think. This confusion and feeling of mystery; I'm beginning to see why people post anonymously in forums. They can smile and dream that pretend their reality is actually their fantasy.