There is a vulnerability I have not allowed myself in the past couple of months. After spending the beginning of this year wrapped in the continuing grief from last year's break-up, I moved on from a bad working environment and spent another month healing far away from the constant memories of what was no longer mine. I cried so much in the first quarter of this year that these last two months have felt strange with dry eyes. While I have felt much more even keel, I have become acutely tuned to anything that is dramatic in my surroundings. My sensitivity to such things seems to be deepened.
I wrote on someone's Facebook status today that "drama is life and can be healthy, teaching & productive. Without good drama, living life is like watching a heart monitor flatline, and that's not much of a life..." I was out dancing a few hours ago and saw someone who was part of a journal entry posted here back on March 3, 2003. I have loved, been loved and lost love. Love is a 5th state of matter (or 4th depending on who you talk to) that never really goes away. I don't think it's supposed to.
No...probably not.
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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.
