i will start writing again. . .
soon . . .
properly,
coherently,
not post up meagre dribs and drabs as blog post excuses,
there is too much time,
yet it is never enough.
I am…
shielding my brain from the intricacies of emotion,
the last few days have made me realise,
love is a choice, but lust is a feeling (quoting hedoniste)
rationalising everything on the inside of my head…
i am
i have been
living in my box for so long
that i’ve forgotten what its like
to feel
like a normal person.
That’s the funny thing, i guess,
some people feel too much,
and others block out feelings,
why am i always trying to name everything?
Does everything even have a name?
Filed under: Mixed Text, What's on my Mind | Tagged: ramblings, Reflection
As you have hinted at doing, everything, physical or emotional, can be described, and almost everything does have a name. I’m looking at an object, the aftermath of a fire that destroyed my house; it’s a “glob of glass, metal and rock, which we can call a conglomerate. The same word could be used for certain real or imagined feelings forged in the heat of intense love or lust. (too many of us, alas, have learned to guard our feelings.)