dilemma...

There's something I've been wanting to say for some time, but have not been able to conjure the wit and intelligence to do it justice. This unventilated sentiment waylayed for so long yields raw emotions now bordering on the dramatic. But nevertheless, until I spit this thing out, I fear I shall chafe inwardly for all eternity if, for no other reason, because I refuse to be the murderous villain of a spritely piece of soul that wants nothing more than to be free in the world. I think that giving voice to fleeting passions lends credence to a piece of humanity that ought not to be left unattended, but making something tangible out of a smithereen of your own God-given spirit is an art, a fascinating, exhilerating challenge. So, I've dreamed up an idea and can not quite put it to use, and it's trapped inside myself like a taunting germ. It's compellingly effectual, but who's to know it when it cannot be seen or heard? That is the dilemma, the unmitigable, enigmatic, perplexity of self expression.

fixity...

I wonder what life will be like when we're no longer limited by time. This will be one of the greatest prizes of Heaven, a notable benefit for slow readers, and a sanction for endless distractions.

house of cards...

I have found that sometimes I need to say something, even when I have nothing to say. Somehow this forced expression is like a thousand volt shock which, likely by way of humiliation, resets the natural rhythm of my heart and voice. Hello, things are flying out of your mouth which seem foreign and obscure, is this really what thou meanest to say? Good thing I'm only talking to myself.

concession...

Daniel- (shaking his head as he stands in awe of my nightly regimen of herbs) "You know, you could be a homeopath."

Me- (smiling, with raised eyebrows) "That's better than being a psychopath."

Daniel- "You could be both."

friendly advice...

"Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel!"
~William Shakespeare

perspicacity...

I often feel like I'm on a wave, or on skis, or on a rollercoaster or something like that. Something is hurtling me into the unknown and I'm hanging on for dear life, all the while reminding myself I can't stop it, so I might as well just let go and enjoy the ride. Well no matter how many times I tell myself that, I can't bring myself to let go. It's sad and pathetic, I know, to know what you need to do, a perfectly reasonable thing, & not be able to pull it off. Well, this is me & I'm not going to sit here & feel sorry for myself. Today is a new day & I'm still holding on, even if I am just being dragged along bumpity bump while everyone else goes darting about. The world has to have turtles too, you know. Not everyone can be a jack rabbit. The thing to remember is, turtles have shells. I never saw a rabbit with a shell, & trust me, sometimes they wish they had one.

every man heart lay down...

She got hard head you know. She know don't nobody sing, but she no fear. She good in she heart, but she no lay down and be vex. She no sit and look out and be hongry for what she no can have. She heart be like pican's heart what fly from window. She know how God fix Jonah, how God be done make a road down in the sea. Death take him hand off pican heart. She got hard head you know.