|Subject||God only knows what I'd be...|
|DateCreated||7/27/2007 2:00:00 PM|
|PostedDate||7/27/2007 12:28:00 PM|
I've been pondering lately... the meanings of words... how many there are...
When I write, poetry or otherwise, the second what I write gets read by someone else... it loses its meaning entirely. Sometimes I get so confused when interacting
with people, when they don't get what I mean. (I find this surprising considering how open I am, and how much of myself, in words, pictures and otherwise... that I share.)
I sat on the beach the other day talking to a friend of mine, and in honesty shared with him that I feel rather alone on this planet (at most times). Again, surprising, considering how many people I share my life with on both a public, and private basis. How could I possibly be lonely?
Well I am...lol... frequently.... and I think it has nothing to do with quantity or quality of people in my life. I am surrounded by the most loving, devoted, and supportive family. I have a candle that I've been burning for quite some time now... it's called "Family is a circle of friends who love you". I have this... a circle of friends who love me.
Yet I'm still lonely... and I know for who, and why, and how maybe those voids may never be filled....
There aren't enough words.
I'll be doing a duet for ya of God only knows with Brian Wilson... stay tuned.