this desire to feel more than cold bedsheets beneath my fingertips has overtaken me. it is not the touch of skin i want, i'm not looking for an easy lay...or any lay for that matter. i want to feel the heat that comes from being recognized, acknowledged, and understood. such a shame when the warmth from my family is a fire that i have to beat back and run away from.
and as i age, i am becoming more and more aware of the fact that i am not enough, will never be enough, to them. sometimes, at my worst, i find myself actually accepting the idea that i am not enough to anyone, not even myself.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
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Disagree.
If you can form a single thought into a simple group of words, and convey your meaning then you are enough. Simplicity in words, conveying thought and emotion is much more then many writers achieve. Too many strive to use more words, not less, and complicate the imagery used.
You have not. Your self awareness is proven, and therefore your existance acknowledged. You are enough.
Now you can go on to being more.
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