Do you remember revealing your tendencies to fix broken people? I do.
It really seems to have stricken a cord within me as I reminisce of those entering and leaving my life. Indeed, quite a bit of nostalgia as I dedicated heart and spirit to the futility of broken souls.
I vicariously, selfishly, idealistically,and most of all - desperately wanted to change those I cared for to fit my own needs - my own expectations, my own desires. Nearing the conclusion of this epiphany I realized whatever damage dealt, was mostly by my own hands; contrary to my own delusional beliefs.
As I stumbled upon your "madness", I made a habit of occasionally visiting your blog - to what I felt was a unique experience. Why? Simply, its your scattered thoughts, your emotions, and angst that leaves a trail of untold stories that I find unique. It doesn't really matter to know of the details, more so than what was felt: the highs, lows and all the eccentricities in between. Its quite bold of you indeed to put your heart on your sleeve - or perhaps naive?
In the end I've learned of your sincerity, fragility, (despite your barrier of supposed insanity) and perhaps a glimpse of your insecurities. Its been nice way for me to divert from my own battles and adventures in order to have a glimpse of yours in order to receive perspective. But now I must move on to other arenas of insanity, which means I bid you adieu as an admirer, and wish you all the best.
- "...Theres no life I know to compare with pure imagination..."
Do you remember revealing your tendencies to fix broken people? I do.
ReplyDeleteIt really seems to have stricken a cord within me as I reminisce of those entering and leaving my life. Indeed, quite a bit of nostalgia as I dedicated heart and spirit to the futility of broken souls.
I vicariously, selfishly, idealistically,and most of all - desperately wanted to change those I cared for to fit my own needs - my own expectations, my own desires. Nearing the conclusion of this epiphany I realized whatever damage dealt, was mostly by my own hands; contrary to my own delusional beliefs.
As I stumbled upon your "madness", I made a habit of occasionally visiting your blog - to what I felt was a unique experience. Why? Simply, its your scattered thoughts, your emotions, and angst that leaves a trail of untold stories that I find unique. It doesn't really matter to know of the details, more so than what was felt: the highs, lows and all the eccentricities in between. Its quite bold of you indeed to put your heart on your sleeve - or perhaps naive?
In the end I've learned of your sincerity, fragility, (despite your barrier of supposed insanity) and perhaps a glimpse of your insecurities. Its been nice way for me to divert from my own battles and adventures in order to have a glimpse of yours in order to receive perspective. But now I must move on to other arenas of insanity, which means I bid you adieu as an admirer, and wish you all the best.
- "...Theres no life I know to compare with pure imagination..."