More on conversing with Morgan...
We both agreed that we are happy right now.
A little world weary.
And a little broken down by varying variables.
But happy, none the less.
We are both striving.
He for one thing.
Me for another.
Or perhaps it's the same goal.
Either way, we've got a path set.
We know what we want to do and are doing it.
Now, I can't speak for him, but as for me, I'm not the same person I was. A month ago. Two weeks ago. Even yesterday. I'm always changing and always willing to take things in stride.
You know, sometimes you get hurt. But you get up and you brush yourself off.
And sometimes you hurt other people.
And you apologize and you don't do it again.
It's now up to them to brush themselves off.
No one is perfect and we all fuck up. That's okay. We learn.
So, I don't even know if anyone is reading this right now. Anyone at all.
Eventually someone will. I have friends and loved ones and I know you check up on me every now and then.
But this isn't written to be read. It's written to be written. I have a lot of things inside of my right now. A lot of feelings about myself and my surroundings about school, life, futures.
I've had them building in me for a while now. A long time.
But I've just dug deeper into "I'm fine" land. When what I need to do is face myself. Face what is really below the surface
Kyle Gene Burke: You are beautiful. I know this, and I want to wipe all the dirt and crud away to reveal only that beauty. Some of that dirt and crud will land here, on this blog, a better place for it.
1 comment:
I think you should write. I think you should pour it all into literature, and find a way to give it up. Write your story, write someone else's story, or make one up. But I think it's high time you give yourself, spiritually, to the art of writing.
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