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Monday, April 28, 2008

Writing Mode.

Let us begin with this: If you have a hunch what this entry is about, or will be about, then I am obliged to tell you that you know nothing about me. I am not comprised of a series of "hunches" of thoughts. No, I am not.

I have realized that, yes, I do certain things because of the way my emotions overtake me. And many have told me that it is wrong to let my feelings take control over me. But that is how I function. This is who I am, how I am. I have always been like this. I have always used my instincts to aid my judgements. I am rarely wrong.

Then let me say this: If you know exactly what I write here, then you have got me figured out. Or have you? I doubt so.

I have a thousand thoughts running across my mind. But one stands out the most to me.

Compromise old promises for new ones.

Oh, this can be taken several ways. You see, for me, I take it only one way. When I was younger, my motto was "Promises are meant to be broken." I was not necessarily wrong. Perhaps my word choice may have been poor, but I still stand by that statement.

As contradictory as it may sound, I intend on keeping all the promises I have made. My memory may not serve me when I need it most, but when it comes to holding certain things close to my heart, I do so for an eternity. And so far, my eternity has been the past 18 years I have been alive.

I may have broken certain promises only to comprise for better, new ones.

Maybe it's just me, but I see these new promises as ways to keep up the old ones. I see them as a way to perfect my  words. A harmless shoe shine. Right?

They are not old, they never will be. I hold them to myself. Every single one.
And no one will know. I intend on delivering what I guaranteed. But I do not expect anything in return.

It is not that I doubt you. It is not that I think you are untrue to your words. That is not the case at all.
But I want to keep to myself what I can, before I wreck more than I have already.

I stay true to every word
I have said. Will say.
Am saying.


Nothing in return.







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