If I Were A Sentence I Would Be A Question.To be or not to be... as Hamlett eloquently put it, defines the essence of the being that is me. I am always at odds with my self. The question with far too many answers never knowing which one will fit right. I taste each situation, allowing it's flavor to sit upon my pallet as one tastes a fine wine. I see the world through a looking glass, always far away, sometimes wishing I were closer other times feeling that I am better off being detached. Like a doppelganger I have another moral side to myself whispering constantly the reasons I should be above the things that others indulge in. I am a old car sitting in a parking lot of the newest models. I have my own charm but I feel as if I should change, transfixed in place I sometimes feel inadequate in lue of my competition.
Reach out to me and I will love you for a life time, spurn me and I will mistrust you forever. I forgive and yet cannot let go. A constant dichotomy the immovable ob
And in some small way my unrest has settled. My doubts resolved.
I know that most of that....well all of that was in metaphor but I figure if everyone here is truly the same as me. Then no one on this earth will understand what I have written better than you guys.