Words Without Eyes

Nothing makes sense while everything comes together. It's such a weird place to be. I'm excited to learn. I'm excited to have my energy back, but at the same time, I miss the boring. This, all this, is/was a wake up call. A it-can-all-be-wiped-away-but-your-words-are-forever kinda wake up call. And the pain, it hit so deep, I cried for days. I cried loud and quiet and screamed and left and reached out for clarity, but no one could give me anything because no one really knows what's really going on. They comfort and stand by me and love me while I writhe and drown in my own wake up call. So, when do the rules of reality cross over into fantasy and when does fantasy break the rules of reality. Is there really no etiquette? The boundaries just aren't clear and this is where I get so flustered. There should be rules, but then again, there are none with God, are there? Beside the laws of the universe, of course. Water is water, and cubes are cubes, and space has no o...

I am a private person. I don't like to trust just anyone. With that being said, I am transparent, especially in my writing. At one point my opinions may change and I always try to acknowledge that in my writing. The reason why I acknowledge that is because I am always learning and trying to understand new thoughts and concepts. I always like to look at situations and think, ok, but what if I'm wrong. So the point to all this is I was thinking why are my words worth listening to? Does my honesty and transparency make me better than a liar? Absolutely, not. We are both human and full of error. But, does that make my words carry more weight than a liar? Weight as in, I will try my best to convey what happened or explain the perception that makes most sense to me. Not with the idea that I would hold absolute truth. No no. So whose words hold more weight, the honest man or the liar? The right answer should be the honest man. However, it seems in this world, people prefer the ...