meaningful ramblings

Sometimes it lasts in love... but sometimes it hurts instead. Yesterday was an ex's birthday. I was sweeping my room and when i took a break to check my bbm contacts' updtes, i saw "happy birthday king B" and for a second, i could not remember who that was neither could i associate March 26 to anyone who I may have known in my entire life. Until like all things which eventually come to light, i sat back faily startled. Of course it was his birthday. I went back to sweeping and the phrase "things we lost in the fire of life" came to me. You see, two years ago i would have made a production out of that date...now i couldnt even remember it. This touched me a great deal, especially as i sat down and began to wonder how many of such dates had been forgotten, at one time so precious. How many memories have been banished to the utterly deep, dark cesspool that is my mind? Consciously in an attempt to move on or like imprints in sand, gently erased by the passage...

i love it when people love what i write. I love it more when they can identify with the stories i tell. the little things that make us human. i may not always put together a coherent sentence,nor always have d right words. but from d pen that writes those words flows blood from my heart. I write what my heart asks me to write. words that rile and rape, savor and soothe, a melody if u can hear it. i write words that plunder and caress, sometimes lacking in form but never in fit. Always telling, and showing, never confusing nor misleading. Let me write words to frame your soul. Let me write words to sift through your pain. Let me write the things you cannot say. i'll take your hurt and make it mine, for in that way they'll flow through this heart of mine and out through my words. For in that moment, when i write, you'll heal. Thank you Abi