I am Me. Thats all I have ever wanted to be. But me being me has never been enough for anyone, ever. Silence calms me, the dark sings lullabies til I finally go to sleep. Sometimes, which is most of the time….I truly have nothing to say to you or anyone and it never bothered me until it bothers everyone else. I have been apologetic, bothered, disturbed, mute, sad, angry, hurt because of your own feeling of being unnerved by silence. I welcome it and want to go to it.
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The clue does not stop, God, warned me, about you. Just, one more, halt. Please, I beg to you, to be, more diligence, serendipity, will not come, but, unless, that they arrive. The climax, still, has not arrived. Torn, the secular-master, in spiritual-warfare.
I’ve been looking at this post for a couple days, the only thing I can think of is that song.
I got to be me, I got to be me, who else can I be but what I am.
That’s what I’m doing.