I’m not entirely sure how to word this clearly. The hour is only Midnight and my heads pounding with an obnoxious headache, yet I am still driven to write something worthwhile of express for public viewing.
The separation is not what drives my mind wild with imaginative exaggerations. It is that those exaggerations are mere fact and truth of every matter I have predicted.
Not many realize that I have a ‘knack for reading people. You’re all just like books, You’re cover may look interesting or boring. I skim to your Title, or in this case name. Engage if it sounds exotic, otherwise brief glance to the summary never taking into actual consideration what it has been rated as by the “New York Times”, etc.. etc..
Then I explain in my summary to another how this book really is and what it’s truly about. Unfortunately, you read the book differently, didn’t catch what I did and have thoroughly enjoyed the book to the point that it is now your new favorite. We argue over time, can never come to an agreement, because you’d rather keep the book to your delight contented state then ex-knowledge it at it’s full naked truth. In the end, we will part from our differences, and all you’ll be left with is torn pages from mine and yours and you’re wonderful, wonderful book you hold so close. Don’t let it slip or set it on a shelf. No. Stay consumed in it, enjoy that fantasy you will never truly ex-knowledge what it is. However, I will find me a binder to sew my pages and re-write some old, but add some new with a happily ever after and more. After all, my story is still unfinished. But yours will never truly begin.
I had to get that off. It really urks me that, although I speak my mind freely…I was never truly taken into consideration. Having someone defend another because they don’t want to ex knowledge the truth is the worst punishment or sign God can give me.
But alas, this is all I am. A child of God who has done her crime and the punishment is trust. I’ve lost in from others and others from I. I am choosing not to become this open person. For every word spoken another shuts you down, what mouth should be condemned incorrect for eternity? No, I would much rather keep mine shut and at ease with knowing my mind’s thoughts, but never sharing.
Don’t you love that feeling and being labeled that person?
Ignorance is Bliss, and Bliss is Ignorant.
(Source: misunderstandingwhatyousee)
