Lost in translation

I find that I hesitate to throw words out... maybe because there are those who will look only through the eyes of a critic or maybe because being vulnerable is not something that is apart of my nature. Ambiguity. Confidence. Uncertainty. Deprecation. Fury. An ache in my soul. Experiences. Liars. Loves empty hope. Words that are nothing more then words because who ever spoke them left out all emotion, left out all the ties to their heart. The world has a way of bringing things together and we have a way of tearing them apart. I swear I'm more optimistic then this. Human kind seeks out emotions that they are ignorant of. Selfishly curious but never intentional, sarcastic? Never.Thin and crisp...white...letters ceased to fall awhile ago. The pen was set aside until the heart could recover. Maybe that's why people don't write. They don't want to see where there thoughts lead them. What's really weighing them down or passionately sweeping them forward. They would rather walk around numb, pretending pieces of their pasts never existed... speculating that it's better to live like that. Instead of embracing and moving on. Even better are those that pretend that they did let it go, and of course they did...or do every time that bottle of Jack hits their lips. For the passionate...fear caresses them. Insisting a good thing is never what it seems.


"Sometimes there is no next time, no time outs, no second chances, sometimes its NOW or NEVER." ~unknown.