Just a spill of the mind, a story telling experience. From what I love to the places and people that make me love. Through my travels I have always sought out good beer, wine counts too right? Almost every place I visited had the undertone of what kind of beer or wine I could find, and of course art. During my stint in Europe I have found a new fondness for photography, and writing. . . so like a star shot out of a nebula, a blog is born.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Like A Child
Sometimes I feel as if I have the heart of a child. So honest and pure, hopeful and easily loving of others. Sometimes I feel that is a huge downfall, who wants to be this old and still get there heart smashed to pieces because you are just to innocent with love. By far am I saying I am the best person in the world, I do have many flaws and have made many mistakes, maybe I deserve the pain that has been given to me. All I am truly saying is I love too easily and too often, I love in the wrong direction, I love strangers who have only but showed me a small portion of their time. I can fall in love with the idea of a person before ever meeting them. Why is this, is this something wrong, is this is a misfire of something in my brain. Can this actually be considered a flaw, maybe, I mean no one wants a fool. Sometimes I want to retract from the world and just be alone, I am far too scared of getting my heart hurt again, like a child I must protect it from the people wanting to do it harm. Sometimes, most of the time, I never want to feel that way again, I never want to try, to put myself out there. But then I think, maybe this time will be different, maybe I will be loved back as innocently and as strongly as I love them. Someday I hope this to be true, as for now I wait silently in a world of strangers, too hurt to really open up to friends who aren't really there anyways.
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