“I’m not the person you think I am”
a rather strong statement from the likes of me
usually I’ll soften it with a ‘probably’ or a ‘most likely’
what’s unknown is the selfish me that I keep hidden from most of the public
hidden away with the lazy, mean, dishonest, profane, arrogant, self-righteous, stubborn, vengeful, I-think-I’m-better-than-you me
(actually it’s not ‘I-think-I’m-better-than-you’ it’s more like ‘I-think-you’re-no-better-than-me)
the few, the true - friends have all been a victims of the real me or at lease been witness to the victimization. Yet, they believe there is something there worth the effort, something I can only hope is there. When I look for it, it seems to be scurrying elsewhere. fleeting. temporal. vaporesque.
poof
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
Synch...
2 days ago
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