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As I witnessed my thoughts appear on these blank pages.... I'm not sure exactly what will come of this. Over the years I've grown mature - even become my definition of a man - through baring unfettered, naked thoughts on what have now amounted to documents of my life story. The many pages could fill books, I'm sure. But, never had another's eyes been privy to my unclothed writings. I wrote for myself and I trusted the paper implicitly. Even as I write this, a part of me wonders if this will ever leave my possession and be judged/trusted by another. If by chance I do send this out, I believe it will be due to my adhering to the natural law of balance. Of recognition on my part of one's need for a ballast: the thing of which keeps us grounded... indeed, in touch with other life-giving elements. Like a single blade of grass, my growth cannot come from one occurrence alone - but from a succession of events. I believe my reaching out through the Internet may be the next step in my journey of self. Seeking connection was never important while I bled my heart onto paper - or so I thought. But now I see that the whole time my pen was flowing... my hands were reaching out... a single blade of grass.
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