posted on Feb, 13 2017 @ 09:09 PM
So I'm thinking of writing a book. I've been thinking about it for years actually. Years and years even. I've seen so many things.
My challenge has always been how to capture the thoughts, the things emotional and the sights unspeakable. The emotions and visions are just
unimaginable. Yet I stood there and witnessed them all. Some were magnificent beyond description, and others were horrific beyond comprehension, but
at the end of the day, collectively, they all make the person. Good or bad, it is what it is, and nothing can change it.
To walk to the edge, and off into the darkness and leave it all behind, would be a shame. So many lessons lost, just a shame.
To the book...there are many. And, I've started so many of them, never to finish. Perhaps one day I should just sit down and write in all of them
until they have a finish. Thousands of pages, seemingly never to finish. Volumes upon volumes of "stuff". Boxes and boxes of manuscripts, written
in pencil (and some pen).
Perhaps it's not so much about the story, but the way it's told. Always too shy to share those things, but with those I have, they say they're great.
In some respects it's like singing a song in front of an audience (it seems embarrassing). In the end though, what to do with all that stuff?
Perhaps sharing it, perhaps finishing some of it...and sharing it with people would be so rewarding.
Oh, the things I've seen. The things I've seen.
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