So here I am. Another relationship failed.
Once again, the MONSTER W.ELLINGSTEIN has crushed a flower.
My immortal desire to please his master has once again won
me a returned trip to solitary confinement. Time alone.
I have always wondered what my purpose in life is. I know
that’s not an exclusive thought. When I ponder, I think to myself…… What is my
purpose in life as it applies to other people? For the longest time in my life
the only thing that comes very natural for me is the ability create art and to
not trust anyone. Not even myself sometimes. I approach my personal
relationships very doubtful. Always waiting for the person to hurt me, or the
monster in me to grow. Grow angry and slash all in front of my path with my
blade laced tongue of verbal darts.
The ability to truly grow, work through and let go of SELF
HARBORING ISSUES, while opening yourself to another is an art form I have yet
to master. This is the internal monster that scares the external monster. I have disappointed so many people in my
short lifetime. I have done it directly but mostly indirectly. The shrapnel of
love’s bullets and bombs often cause more damage to those around than the
target.
The monster must now perform surgery on him self. Try to fix
myself.
Goodnight, until the next time we speak.
Savagely,
w.
2 comments:
<3 for you
U put words to my thoughts, thank u...I think.
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