Funny Thing...

I haven't quite decided what I'm going to blog about today, but I feel my page is lonely and needs company. A new blog. A new tone - it's somewhat sad at the moment.

So I'm here thinking... yes, "here", in my mind... down the rabbit hole, where cats eat bats and bats eat cats, and refreshing drops of orange marmalade are falling on my tongue... yes, well anyway, I'm

thinking
thinking
thinking

It's all moving right by me. Everything. I depend on writing just as much as writing depends on me. It's quite the relationship. There is always give and take. Even if I ignore it and hate it, when I come back to it, it's always there waiting for me. We're always here for each other.

There is a danger in this..
You see, if I begin to love some(one) else more than I love writing, all my writing tends to be about that 'someone'. He takes over EVERYTHING... he takes AWAY everything. My quiet moments - gone. My journal is sick of having to read and take down numerous entries about Him. I am tired of only offering and being infatuated with a love that doesn't fulfill and enlighten my soul to better things.

More sadness? No. I still have my writing. It's the one thing that keeps me feeling sane. It's the one place where I'm allowed to be insane. It's in my soul now, and there's no getting rid of it.

If you keep pushing someone away, eventually they'll leave.
I'm leaving. No, wait. I left. I'm already gone.
Drugs are almost always metaphors.
Like I said before.. funny thing with drugs...


In any case,
I still have morning. I still have my writing.


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