Sometimes I wish I were a poet. Not just any kind of poet. I don't want to paint pretty pictures that remind you of a summer sunrise. I want to make a statement, but I want to couch it in a nice story. I want to write this story in such a way that most folks would say "oh, I get it", but the person that the story is about would cringe and just somehow know that they were the person the story is intended for.
Sorry to say, I am not that kind of a wordsmith. My writing is, at best, straightforward. There is nothing between the lines.
I am prepared to accept that nobody at all reads this blog. I have been tempted to utilize the therapeutic benefit of getting it all on paper. It would feel so good to tell what I know.
Basically, don't push me. I just may out you.
Sometimes pretty words hide
Sometimes pretty words hide the worst deception. There's great beauty in straightforwardness.
I like your writing style.
And hey! I'm here, and I'm reading this blog!
Thanks for the compliment!
Normally I would agree with you, but some things are so bizarre that they almost scream for metaphor. Perhaps someday I will understand things better.
Thanks for being here, and reading!
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