Throughout my short life, people have told me that I'm different from other people.
I think that's a good thing?
Things that I DO know is that as far back as I can remember, I was deeply curious about everything. Everything, everything. Have also, always thought, inside my mind, in rhyme.
Doesn't everyone?
It's a rhythm of thought like a rivers flowing
Softly unknown just where it is going
It sings in a language it only can hear
With love with joy with songs that are dear
The destination matters less than the ride
Carrying all that is most pure inside
I digress.
As I grew into an adult, launched myself out into the world, I realized that I really was quite different. The green, eyes that I had been ridiculed for as a child, were somewhat rare.
That's just the start.
Whatever it is within me, I feel very deeply, I love very deeply.
The downside is that when I'm hurt, I hurt very deeply, sometimes for years at a time commensurate with the love. It's a bitch!
In time, I have learned to keep my feelings to myself unless it was safe to care. Really, REALLY safe.
As a result, I have kept myself mostly single for the last decade. It became necessary like Elise McKenna. 😏
Keeping this heart of mine from being broken hearted
Only those who are worth being battle scarred and
Only a handful are worth it
As I go into the new year ( I by-passed Christmas) of 2019, I feel a great deal of hope, a lot of curiosity for whatever is new, whatever is different in 2019!
Stay tuned...….
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