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Why I write...

So I've been looking at some of my past posts. Sometimes I'm very interesting, and other times not as much. People reading this blog may be surprised by how random everything is. It's truly a reflection of me... Sometimes interesting, sometimes not... almost always very random...

I used to spend a lot of time on Facebook. I liked it because it was interactive, and people were able to discuss what was being said. I have a viewpoint that is unique and I liked sharing what I thought. In the past couple of years, though, since I've been off Facebook, I haven't had that luxury. So I feel a strong need to express myself. Back in the day, this would probably have been done in a journal or something. But I like the multi-media format that the internet provides, where I can include pictures, songs, videos, and links to other websites.

I also find that people don't often want to hear/discuss what I am thinking about. Writing a blog is a useful outlet, where I can off-load some of my emotions in a way that both leaves a record and is somewhat public. I sometimes feel like I'm one of those books that is on the shelf in the library, containing SOMETHING, but not often checked out. I have walked past many of those books on the shelves, and I've always wondered what they contained. I suppose if you're reading this then you've decided to peruse my musings, at least for a moment.

I don't know if what I write has any value to anyone other than myself. But I'm only doing it for myself, so it doesn't really matter.



I NEED YOU -
Simple words
But words which had never been heard
By the soul
Stoned to death
But still living
And so he froze
Where he stood and he looked
To the ground
And he cried
He cried
Ride our minds
If you must
But there's always a line you don't cross
Time is short
Don't be cruel
Oh you don't know the power
In what you're saying
And so he froze
Where he stood and he looked
To the ground
And he cried
He cried
People where I come from
They survive without feelings or blood
I never could
Was stoned to death
But I'm still living
So, he froze where he stood
And he looked to the ground
And he cried
He cried
So he froze
And he looked, and he looked
To the ground
And he cried

He cried

Comments

lillysmum said…
I like to read your blog, even if I don't always comment, I generally find you interesting. But, this is not news.

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