Sleep hasn't been much of an option today. A wonderful Independence Day Eve flowed into a sunny day at the beach and continued into a mostly enjoyable evening. Sadly, that primitive part of my brain that is usually under wraps was let loose to meet fire with fire; lowering my ideals to try and make a point. Proof that love does not conquer all.
I think of writing letters. I used to do that when I felt like this. I used to find the emotions in myself to be seen in ink. I used to think it was a necessary component to explaining myself or to get closer to others. I still have the urge to write, but it's not always something that is done anymore. I'm not as needy as I used to be and writing doesn't release the demons that once flew free.
I'd eat off the same plate of my friends and family anytime.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
