The more I know you, the less I see. With each word, a layer, a depth, glimmer of hope for realness, is lifted off your body. One by one they peel away, parchments full of ancient promises, passions untold, dreams of a future thst could lay Morpheus to shame, drifting off into the warm night. Only the surface can answer, for no pool of character, shane of boast, prevents you from your base desires. Soon, only the shadow of a man remains, lingering promises from an empty core.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Passions
For as long as I can remember, I've never been all consumingly passionate about, well, anything. I've seen people be uber passionate about something, I admire and envy them because I wonder if I just lack that kind of intense emotional outlet. Ironically, when I recently went back to Detroit for a visit, my best friend kept commenting how passionate a person I am, how I go all in with love, intimacy, chasing my career. Odd sometimes, how we fail to see things in ourselves that others value (more on that in a later entry).
Another good friend of mine and I were talking a couple weeks ago, she said anything I keep returning to after any sort of absence, could be a passion that I haven't really embraced. Maybe I bore myself with the idea after a while, maybe work interrupts the energy I would otherwise direct to that thing..I've no idea where to go about finding a new passion, but I guess that is difficult to accomplish when you don't allow yourself the opportunity to experience anything new.
That's why I came back here - writing is something I really enjoy and always want to do more of even if I go on hiatus often. I am taking my life in more of a spiritual direction (note, not religious, but spiritual), maybe writing the journey down could help inspire others. I can still follow the thread of sorts, awakening from zombie state of day to day, to something more.
Another good friend of mine and I were talking a couple weeks ago, she said anything I keep returning to after any sort of absence, could be a passion that I haven't really embraced. Maybe I bore myself with the idea after a while, maybe work interrupts the energy I would otherwise direct to that thing..I've no idea where to go about finding a new passion, but I guess that is difficult to accomplish when you don't allow yourself the opportunity to experience anything new.
That's why I came back here - writing is something I really enjoy and always want to do more of even if I go on hiatus often. I am taking my life in more of a spiritual direction (note, not religious, but spiritual), maybe writing the journey down could help inspire others. I can still follow the thread of sorts, awakening from zombie state of day to day, to something more.
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