Nonsense

if circumstances were different…

when thoughts start out that way i begin looking at the surroundings and silently name things in an effort to derail their destination. it’s always the same place.

nowhere.

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i’d written a true story about myself and another but it remains unpublished. the editing seemed never-ending because i wanted most if not all elements of darkness offset by something lighter, hopeful or encouraging. i was aiming for an element of passion encased in pure love but struggled with substance. it was truth but read like a lie.

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my thoughts though different carry identical undercurrents of replay, renegotiation and rejection. you can’t blame anyone for chosen interpretations. even the bible is extracted in piecemeal and written in code. i long to understand the clarity buried in another’s heart.

i don’t think i’ve really changed at all and this disappoints me.