Mine hurts. Too much of something can be toxic.
I think I've babbled more today than I have in a long, long time. There's so much I want to say yet I am maimed in the chaos.
It is possible that there's too much to say and not enough words to convey them?
Words are a funny gesture, they can make or break any situation at any given time.
My words tend to get in the way of everything I do.
They come before I think creating a giant wake of destruction.
Usually to my dismay. I have to get a grip on my perception of reality and how I see my life and this world.
I have to wage a war against my own words. I have to hold my head above the rising waters and breathe in the truth.
My truths hurt, but nobody has ever said everything would be easy.
In fact if it was we'd all be sitting high and mighty in our million dollar beach huts in Hawaii.
I am far from that little paradise on the other end of the world in the freezing tundras.
Cold, shivering, confused, alone.
Maybe all this babbling will shed some light on a confusing situation. Sometimes if I talk to myself hearing the words as they fall off my tongue, I appreciate and understand them.
Just as my writings help piece together a never ending puzzle.
I think I've babbled more today than I have in a long, long time. There's so much I want to say yet I am maimed in the chaos.
It is possible that there's too much to say and not enough words to convey them?
Words are a funny gesture, they can make or break any situation at any given time.
My words tend to get in the way of everything I do.
They come before I think creating a giant wake of destruction.
Usually to my dismay. I have to get a grip on my perception of reality and how I see my life and this world.
I have to wage a war against my own words. I have to hold my head above the rising waters and breathe in the truth.
My truths hurt, but nobody has ever said everything would be easy.
In fact if it was we'd all be sitting high and mighty in our million dollar beach huts in Hawaii.
I am far from that little paradise on the other end of the world in the freezing tundras.
Cold, shivering, confused, alone.
Maybe all this babbling will shed some light on a confusing situation. Sometimes if I talk to myself hearing the words as they fall off my tongue, I appreciate and understand them.
Just as my writings help piece together a never ending puzzle.
